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Well, that was officially the worst Friday in the entire world history of Fridays. First of all, my insomnia is now back in full swing and I haven't slept at all since Wednesday night. Then I waited in all day for a flat inspection prior to renewing my lease which never happened, and nobody bothered to call and tell me it was cancelled. Then the Post Office conspired to lose my passport, without which I cannot go home over the festive season, therefore rendering the holidays I fought tooth and nail to secure for myself utterly worthless* and also means lots of hassle dealing with retarded people I really don't feel like dealing with, and then. THEN! My central heating system literally explodes, flooding the flat below me, leaving me without heat or running water and trashing my mattress.

Actually, now that I write that, it suddenly seems a really good thing that I didn't renew my lease today.

Silver linings:

• The girl in the flat beneath me, though understandably somewhat hysterical at the sudden deluge coming through her light fixtures, is actually quite interesting to talk to. Given my disinclination towards sociability at all times, I would probably never have known this if I hadn't inadvertantly destroyed her VHS collection.
  
  
• The engineer I called and left a message for got back to me at half-past eleven and, without any wrangling, turned up twenty minutes later to do what damage control he could. You have to give him props for that.
  
  
• As previously stated, I haven't actually renewed my lease, so if this turns out to be an epic disaster, I'm off the hook at the end of this month anyway.

Nevertheless, as days go it sucked mightily, and I think you should all seek out the finest porn in the land and bring it to me as a balm for my many wounds.

*And while we're on the subject, why the fuck do you need a passport to go to the Isle of Man? As if anyone is going to go to all the effort of sneaking into that inbred shithole illegally. "Hmm, what country shall I attempt to gain access to without proper documentation? The Netherlands? Canada? Oh I know, the Isle of Man. Number one for marriages between first cousins and second only to Wales in the livestock-fucking stakes."

(no subject)

Well, that was officially the worst Friday in the entire world history of Fridays. First of all, my insomnia is now back in full swing and I haven't slept at all since Wednesday night. Then I waited in all day for a flat inspection prior to renewing my lease which never happened, and nobody bothered to call and tell me it was cancelled. Then the Post Office conspired to lose my passport, without which I cannot go home over the festive season, therefore rendering the holidays I fought tooth and nail to secure for myself utterly worthless* and also means lots of hassle dealing with retarded people I really don't feel like dealing with, and then. THEN! My central heating system literally explodes, flooding the flat below me, leaving me without heat or running water and trashing my mattress.

Actually, now that I write that, it suddenly seems a really good thing that I didn't renew my lease today.

Silver linings:

• The girl in the flat beneath me, though understandably somewhat hysterical at the sudden deluge coming through her light fixtures, is actually quite interesting to talk to. Given my disinclination towards sociability at all times, I would probably never have known this if I hadn't inadvertantly destroyed her VHS collection.
  
  
• The engineer I called and left a message for got back to me at half-past eleven and, without any wrangling, turned up twenty minutes later to do what damage control he could. You have to give him props for that.
  
  
• As previously stated, I haven't actually renewed my lease, so if this turns out to be an epic disaster, I'm off the hook at the end of this month anyway.

Nevertheless, as days go it sucked mightily, and I think you should all seek out the finest porn in the land and bring it to me as a balm for my many wounds.

*And while we're on the subject, why the fuck do you need a passport to go to the Isle of Man? As if anyone is going to go to all the effort of sneaking into that inbred shithole illegally. "Hmm, what country shall I attempt to gain access to without proper documentation? The Netherlands? Canada? Oh I know, the Isle of Man. Number one for marriages between first cousins and second only to Wales in the livestock-fucking stakes."