The Not Happy Thread

I can imagine your pain @TE, trapped in the urban jungle, heat wave, a riot around the corner. Is there not a 'leisure centre' at your disposal? Some, I believe, have plastic palm trees and a wave machine. For my part I swan four times in the refreshing, brown Channel waters yesterday. I'll dip again at high tide today. Then work tomorrow until Christmas or something terrible like that. Also, I'm quite blistered, or beetroot/manly.

 

God, a swim in a fake tropical beach sounds amazing. Unfortunately I'm at work, which is sadly lacking in palm trees and wave machines. We do have air con, though, so small mercies.

Brighton must be gorgeous at the moment, if busy. Nice sea breeze?

 

I've moved down the coast to a friendly, ukip-type enclave. Can't visit the pubs without a tattoo, otherwise it is very pretty, good fish & chips, although being coastal there is no fishmonger. One of the great things about Brighton, really very posh Brighton so a fishmonger every ten houses really or probably nearly, at least three to my mind, and I was comfortable in the fishmongers, knew what to ask for. Now, I'm back to fish fingers or salmon blob. I wish poor people would eat more fish. Maybe one day I'll set up an oyster bar here to educate, or urchins. I found some urchins on the beach. I'd probably be on TV with urchins. Also, the writer group here doesn't want me. I e-mailed, said I was brilliant and everything but, I don't know, supposed to go round an old lady's house, meet them all in the dark but I suspect hairy breath types.

I don't suppose you're a fish woman. Please don't be offended by my passion for cod.

shut up

 

But I liked it! One of your finer pieces.

My gripe today is that using eye drops is hard.

Brain: "Do not put things in your eye."

Me: "But we need--"

Brain: "Do not."

Me: "But--"

Brain: "GET IT AWAY."

 

I woke up from a nightmare -- apparently Donald Trump invited me to dine with him in the White House...

 

Did he make you have the meatloaf?

 

No, his son wanted to inject me with a serum to make me a 100% Trump supporter.

 

Dude you need to stop worrying about Trump. You keep having creepy dreams.

 

Hey, I actually forgot he was our president for a good white-uh, while until my dreams happily reminded me. Give me a gun, I'm shooting my anxiety dead.

 

I briefly tried contact lenses. It was like a scene from Dr. Strangelove, as my left hand struggled to prevent my right hand from poking me in the eye...

 

I would so much rather wear glasses!

 

My spellchecker doesn't (didn't) know what Los Angeles was.

Who programmed that thing?

 

Minstrel.

 

But... but... contacts are so awesome! (After the first two weeks of getting used to putting them in/taking them out.)

 

It's just been a long rainy week filled with nothing to do at work and I'm going nuts. What's worse is that I had a horrible nightmare last night that left me a crying mess in my bed.

So yah, my anxiety decided to properly bend me over its knee and give me a good once over.

 

Moving day.

I should be excited to start my new life. But my ex is being a dick. The guy I've been seeing is being weird. And I forgot my boxes at work.

I need a drink.

 

Weird is better than nothing.

Everyone knows madness is the best though.

 

No, no. By weird, I mean I'm getting nothing. lol We've seen each other pretty much every day for the last couple weeks and now he's barely spoken to me for three days. Something's going on, he just won't tell me what, and I don't appreciate it.

 

Yeah that is not a good sign.
Not sure what to tell ya without
it being much more the speculation.
By barely speaking, do you mean by
phone or in person?

Best case sitch is something is troubling
him, and he does not want to drag you
into it. Kinda keeping his distance so you
don't have to worry with him. Since you
two are not close in terms of time together,
this could be the case. Green relationships
often are fragile things.
If you must find out, invite yourself over
and check in with him. That is an option.
(And I don't mean chain him to a chair
and run the gauntlet on him with bright
lights, and beating with a toaster until
he gives up what you want.)

Anything else I could say, well you don't
want to hear Inspector Clouseau.

 

Nah, him and his ex are getting back together. It's cool.

 

It's not a big deal, but it's unusual considering how often we've communicated thus far. But now I know why.

 

It is fuckin Tuesday.