The day I joined the tourists

Woke up this morning. Im pissed off. I am living out of god damn bin bags. Marks flat is a new build and its sweating all the time. I cant find anything. I dont have any music, internet access. Mark is a star for putting me up. Thank you so much. But I need my own place.
Its student central in Edinburgh just now. So they are taking all the fucking rooms. Drinking all the cheap beer and fucking cycling on the pavemements.
I decided to walk up the Royal Mile today. It was nice. Loads of tourists which I enjoyed at first then I got the bridges and it was a mix of tourists and students. Not to my liking. So Im sitting in an internet cafe, bored, no enthusiasm, no new flats posted since yesterday. I got a text from my ex flatmate saying he was disapointed in the way i left the room ie: i didnt hoover it. The place was a state when I moved and and i cant believe he had the cheek to say that. I was going to phone him back and let it rip but I still have mail being sent there and a Dadara DVD is on order and I dont want him snooping in my mail or stealing my long awaited DVD.
I mean its cool, I will find a place. Not many are posted over the weekend. But I cant even enjoy the weekend.

My mates hubby was playing at a club last night and wondered if I wanted to go along as he was doing some visuals too. I was so up for it but after my drunken antics on Thursday night and the weeks goings on I was fucked. Everyone at work was wondering what was wrong with me with my eyes looking like piss holes in the snow.
It was a good night. Colleagues were shocked with my pint drinking. Taking unopened bottles of wine off the table and taking them home. Sticking confetti stars to my boss and dragging him up to the Ceilidh but slightly disapointed that he didnt know how to dance.
I was the judge on the team buliding games. I was in charge of the rope handcuffs which were rather entertaining to watch people making an arse of themselves while I stayed back and sniggered.
So yeah I think I am just going to wander round Edinburgh today. Mates seem to be busy with their other halves. Have a wander round the charity shops, see if I can find something for the decompression.
I just feel subdued.Ya know?
Feel I have made so much progress and now its 20 paces back. (sigh)

Even though Im pissed off Im really looking forward to the change. I cant wait to move into a new flat. Its just I wish I didnt have a stop off point in the middle.

Bleugh.