Stir Crazy
So, here I am, sitting at home getting ready to start once again on my dissertation. I didn't get much done yesterday on account of the fact that John and I had a huge fight (everything is okay now) and I didn't much feel like doing anything after that. On top of this, I don't feel like I have any friends (was supposed to have coffee with some of them this week, but wires got crossed and I was left standing outside a coffee shop on the wrong road for about half an hour waiting for people to show up who a. weren't coming at all (another aside, and I would have known this if they realized the benefit of hitting 'reply all') or b. were sitting comfortably in what was the right coffee shop enjoying, I would assume coffee and wondering where the hell I was.) In addition to this not feeling like I have any friends, I've come to the conclusion that I don't like most of John's friends. I think in general, there the sort of people who thrive on getting wasted and complaining about things. I have no patience for this. (And, how could I? My Mother taught us that you lodge an official complaint and then you're done. We all heard the first time and the more you complain the more you just irritate everything around you. In short, you become a problem all your own.) In addition to this I have an apartment to clean and a boyfriend who is out having a beer with the previoulsy mentioned irritating mates because my friend Jonathon is coming to visit from Seattle (via Italy, if you know Jonathon this makes sense.) I'm excited about seeing my friend (in no small part because I'm excited to have friends.) However, I'm a little concerened about the timing of his arrival. I mean, what with me disliking John's friends and John and having an argument and my dissertation and all. I hope that my mood improves and that its a nice trip for him here because I would hate for it not to be. Cardiff is a nice place, even if I want everyone and everything in it to piss off.
