My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

I said I wasn't going to cry. I'm afraid my attempts to take it on the chin are failing fast. Slings and arrows and all that.

I am pining. There's going to be more, yes, even more, misery and petulant stamping about than usual, for I am not leaving on a jet plane as planned, as I had been looking forward to for well over a year and a half. All my hopes and dreams once more fall victim to other people's merde. I could and should just up and go, sod 'em, sod 'em all but I suffer from a triple blow of being a capricorn, an eldest child and raised proddy. So it's duty and misery above living my life and doing what I want to do. Again. Hence the pissy pity party.

It's not like I'm being thanked, either. It's just expected. I am so not happy, especially as this was all I had to carry me along for so long. They don't give medals to those who stay home and iron and fix other people's mistakes.

So, that's that then. No Jude or David or National Gallery or British Museum for me.

It's a good thing they've finished playing season one of White Collar out here because I'd find Neal's constant whining about being stuck in New York very, very trying, right about now. He should try being stranded in Sydney, far, far away from everything that is good and right. It was once considered a fit punishment for criminals, you know, being exiled here. Still is. A fate worse than a fate worse than death.

So here I am, stranded, grounded, stuck here, through no real fault of my own, fearing that as I give in now I will never, ever leave again. I probably won't. I hate this.
( more: there ain't a thing that I can do, you are lost your mind is a whirl, baby such a stupid girl, I'm stranded )

First off, as always, a minor whine, as in could Mr Postman not have delivered the pretty pretty when I was off sick? No? Ah well. And second: the state of my Merlin dvd? Sigh. Yet another Amazon box so mangled it's worth taking a picture of. The gorillas in the sorting room really went to town again. No tyre tracks this time but it does appear to have been submerged in water at one point and them dropped very heavily and possibly stomped on. I'm gonna wait till tonight to see if the disks are still playable.
( more: love and bondage )