In the interim...

I guess that the important stuff of the last month of my internet-free life will just slowly filter it’s way through to blogland, because sitting here now I am having real difficulty knowing where to start. I could bullet point the boring stuff, but I won’t.

To see your house demolished is a pretty weird thing. To sift through 24 years of accumulated crap until you are left with the bare minimum of possessions and memories so that you can squeeze into a miniature house for ten months is weird as well. To be able to draw rude pictures on your bedroom wall and then throw a shot-put through it is even weirder still. Somewhat liberating though, in the ‘look at me! I can wreck shit!’ kinda way.

So. I’ve moved house, but spent nearly two weeks house-sitting elsewhere as well, then a few days housesitting somewhere ELSE with a friend so that we could have a few days of a party pad before that friendship blew up in my face. Throw in the home of the guy I’ve been seeing, and I’ve been a little bit of a nomad.

Okay okay…back it up.

To remove emotion from the equation, B was hooking up with D behind my back and lying to my face, thus the friendship that has now ended. The Chef and I have been seeing a lot of each other, which whether unfortunate or not has meant that I haven’t really seen much of the ‘nice date boy’…and to cut a long story short, confusion reigns.

I’ve had one day off in three weeks, I’m tired as all hell, and this typing stuff is proving harder than I remember! I think I need to ease back into it and get my typing juices flowing. It’s good to be back though…at least now I may be able to get some more perspective (and help) from the viewers at home.

Aahh…blogland.

I’m home.