*struggles to keep eyes open*. i have begun to relish sleep. no more insomniac nights for me, no more allowing myself to lie and fret over daily calorie intake and dream of being thinner; if i think one thred of it, i stop myself. sleep is all-important. especially during the week, to stock up for weekend working. i am going to start buying speed to get me through, but i don't want to become dependent on that.

my feet hurt.

i worked a 6-hour shift at mcdonalds today - not much, you might think, but considering i've worked 19 hours this weekend, i am wrecked.

weekend n: The end of the week; specif., though loosely, the period observed commonly as a holiday, from Saturday noon or Friday night to Monday; as, to visit one for a week-end; also, a house party during a week-end.

uh. pfft.
i know, i took on this work. not exactly by choice. my family are POOR. yes, POOR. okay? this computer was a donation from a richer family member, i don't know *how* we afford the internet at £15.99 a month, we just do. not poor as though we can't eat. poor as in we look at the prices of canned beans and we never order takeout. poor as in, we buy our clothes from poundstretcher [yes, that IS true, bite me], and hell, i am ashamed of it.

at some time in the future, i would like to go to university.
i talked to five people on friday about uni. i asked if they had a job to save up for it. and they said no. their parents would 'help out'.

whine whine whine whine.
*plays banshee.*

i really am pathetic sometimes...

BUT WE'RE POOR. AND I HATE IT.

ouch my feet. ouch ouch.

2002-09-08 - 6:30 p.m.
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