13 April, 2004
Ginger last night. D.M was her usual weird self. The words opinionated, righteous, bitchy (she slapped me again- this time on the arm but I'm really getting sick of that), disapproving, conservative.... yeah they all come to mind. I'm friends with this woman because???
V keeps saying the line, "You know I really like D but..... "
Okay well if you too would stop flirting with eachother for a second then maybe....
SIGH
So everyone in S'Kilda is sick. The whole suburb is throwing up and has the runs or is simple have taken to their bed's with aches and pains. Who knows. I started to wonder about our water supply. I'm okay for now... I ate tuna so that might be why I feel a little sick.
At work.. out of all the people who work there.. only three of us haven't been struck down by it. No no really that's not too dramatic- today I've heard tales of people falling off toilets, feinting, being carried to bed, sleeping in their own vomit, lying on bathroom floors, hurling very loudly. That's not the same person- but they are some of the things going on in the houses of my fellow workers these past forty eight hours.
And I feel a bit dodgy cos of some tuna?
Dave called tonight and I actually talked to him. Fuck him. I hate that my stalker is irrational. I hate more that when he is not being like this I actually know him incredibly well. I can't explain it. I'll never be friends with the guy again. I just (argh that movie has snuck in!!) ... I hate being intimidated by him. I don't say, "Oh hey how are you?" because I really care- I say it because I have some stupid politeness mechanism that kicks in when the terrified feelings start that ruins all my nasty moments. ...
ooh actually.. sometimes..
(thinks back to this morning)
.....
I feel dodgy.
hmmm
MIND OVER MATTER I FEEL FINE!
So today I met up with Polly and had breakfast and something about eating a full plate of cold bacon and watching at Polly ordered a large meal and only picked at it and then started picking at me and eventually managed (I was talking myself calmly out of going nuts at her) to break through my stealy resolve.
I lost it.
Which was after she'd stormed off to the bathroom and come back to glare at me- SHE GLARED AT ME!- which only made the whole situation worse- because then I said something about her being fucked and went to pay. She followed and tried to touch me on the arm and said, "Hey Al." I, of course, pulled away and said, "I'm SHAKING! I'm THAT angry right now. Don't fucking talk to me."
All very dramatic. As was my next move- despite her saying- don't walk out- I walked out.
Hmm what else?
Came to work and witness the carnage that is work on one of the two busiest weekends of the year (in The Land Of Cake Easter and Christmas reign supreme) without staff. I tried to make coffees. That should be a pretty good fucking damn indicator of how stressed it was getting.
My room is very messy.
My life is pretty stupid.
My room is messier than it should be and I'm going to push a little space amoungst the clothes, drink some logonberry syrup and hope to god that its just the tuna.