I think we can all safely conclude that I am pretty fucking ridiculous. I don't really have anything I want to say, except that I seriously deserve the things I get myself into sometimes. Whatever the case, I will mope and drown my sorrows in Radiohead and whisky until the end of the year, and then I will cut my losses and pull myself together and be fucking professional, because really, that's the last place I need any bullshit. I will deal with you like how I've dealt with every other bullshit things in life. It's unfortunate that it's so closely tied to work, but it'll be gone by 2012. And like they all say: this too, shall pass.

Until then



And since I'm being ridiculous, I'm allowed to be melodramatic too, in which case I think I'm entitled to a little more bitching about how all of this wouldn't have happened if not for the fact that I've essentially been forced into going for something I wasn't even supposed to have gone for. And if not for that, it wouldn't have snowballed into something that actually seemed realistic. But you know what, it's too fucking late for that and the next course of action really, is to just cut my losses.

LOL I AM SO BLOODY MELODRAMATIC!