I'm at work now so technically I'm allowed to bitch right? My supervisor is out so I'm being totally dishonest and decided to use the internet for my own purposes. Shortly after writing the previous post I got all low again and had a bit of a panic attack. The inevitable sadness, the inability to breathe and the fact that I thought everything was just looming over me and everything was going to end and that I was going to die.

I tried to make the shit stop by sleeping early.

I got 8 hours of sleep last night. I had weird dreams. First I was with my future sweetheart in the bus discussing whether we would do art in the future as a career and then I turned and my boss was there wearing sunglasses. so fucking weird. Then the bus turned into the office and I had a pile of work to do. My god what a nightmare. I even dream about work when I sleep. can't anyone get any rest around here?

I have so many things to say but i'm really paranoid and keep minimising the window hahah. I'm reading a book by Stephen Fry and it's making me burst fits of giggles! He's hilarious.

till then!

(christine made me smile today!)

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