Confusion

Things are going a little crazy. Nothing is black and/or white. It seems that as I begin to feel that things are working out, I realise that what lies ahead of me is still just marginally more than I can cope with.

I spent yesterday 'lain up' as Dickens would have put it, feeling the effects of the night before at the club (http://www.thehallionglasgow.com/), then couldn't get any sleep last night, for the looming thought of my 7am start at the call centre. I did get to sleep, at 6am, following a 4am call to the boss to say I would not be making an appearance. I feel I may have to return to the sick log, and I'm not sure that's altogether a bad decision to make. This (almost) idle weekend has been second to none and to think I could have a period of my life where two days are completely my own is blissful.

Still reading. Have returned to Beckett, which serves as a constant reminder that I needn't care how people around me (i.e. - at the academy, at work) take things I say and do. He didn't give a shit, and that is an inspiring (if difficult) way to behave.

More tomorrow.