It's 3.20am now, which is too close to morning to bother trying to sleep. I've been up all night with a greyhound who has an upset stomach - constantly needing to go outside to wander about or pacing around the house with churning guts. I can't leave the bastard outside alone due to the high number of feral cats that love to play chicken, and it's freezing cold. I have a neighbour a few doors down - she's a nosy old woman and I swear she has motion sensors in her garden - as soon as I am out there her light goes on at she's gawping at me through the fucking net curtains. The other dog waits until it's settled down before she wants to go out and I have to get up again because she's quite happy to piss everywhere - and the scratching in the rafters is back.
I'm channeling Michael Douglas in 'All Fall down'. So far this year I've had a phone bill, broadband bill, electricity bill and demand for a new TV licence. It's only a few weeks before they start with the Council Tax again and I dunno how I'm supposed to pay it all.
I'm only in work for a couple of hours this morning - but I have to walk in because I found yesterday when changing the inner tube on the back wheel of my bike that the tyre has a 2cm hole and any attempt to ride the bike will be asking for trouble - so I have to spend more money on new tyres. Then it's back home - tired and pissed off to do more work. The same thing is going go happen tomorrow - when the timetable is changed after half term I wont have to put up with all this crap any more.
There is nothing on the telly at this time of night and I'm too tired to concentrate on work. I've now given myself a thumping headache dealing with all the internalised rage.
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