Steak Soup

My moods have been so fucking manic lately.

Im blaming it on the moon.

Up down, up down, fucking back up there and down I fall.

But at this moment on a cold Sunday night Im quite content. Why? I dunno? Is it because I found a nice jumper in the sale? I have nothing in my laundry basket and about to embark on the satisfying task or doing all my ironing? Or is this once again a cruel reminder that I need to get a life? Widen the social circle? Tell me something I dont know.

Erm know any good neurosurgens? Im currently on the hunt for one. Crazy father needs a new back with money to spend.

Will he send some financial fortune my way? There has been discusions but taking this money has some moral thoughts attatched to it.

But ah the posibilities. A second chance. A new beginning. The freedom. The fucking freedom.

Nice. I have 6 hours of journey time to kill next weekend. I have a letter to write. Some thoughts and ideas to pencil down for the burn. Remember to ask Vic for the works laptop.

Right Im going to pick a film and do the ironing. Gotta pee first though.