I’m at work. I heard a crash. I felt a sharp pain. It hurts. I’m bleeding. I’m worried. Quick, grab a towel. Make it stop…
Have I captured you in yet? Literally minutes ago, a kind gentleman collected all the glasses in for me and put them on the bar. One of them fell over and shattered, shooting a piece off into my knuckle. It bled a tiny bit and hurt even less. But it sounded good at the start didn’t it. It gets pretty boring here so I was just trying to make it a bit more lively. I am in pain though. That bit was true. I’ve got another infection in my gum round my wisdom teeth. Just another in the long list I’ve had. Not sure why they call them wisdom teeth. If they had anything about them they’d of realised by now if they let tiny bits of food behind them, there’s gonna be problems. Dunno if it’s me stressing about the infection of something in the infection itself, but I get lots on nice little ulcers on my tongue to go with it. Oh the joy!
Other than having a nightmare in my mouth, I’ve got back into keeping fish. I’ve got a big tank set up already which I’ve made cold water and am currently growing some Koi. The idea was there, but unfortunately I got a shy batch. Out of the 8 I bought, I’ve seen the head of 1. I couldn’t see enough to determine if it were still attached to a body, but I’m hopeful. I’ve also set up a big Biorb which was gathering dust in the shed. I’ve decked it all out and fixed it up to support tropical fish. It’s cost me a fair bit but I’m hoping everything is in place now to maintain some healthy living. It’s not for everyone, but I find it pretty relaxing watching them on my break from work when I have my tea.
Been ticking over in my mind a bit recently. The new bandit at work has paid out three £500 jackpots in five weeks. If it were as frequent as that when I used to play it, maybe I wouldn’t of got as carried away. It’s pretty annoying seeing people win. Even now I still get that horrible feeling in my stomach when I have to pay out money to people that have won on the bandits at work. I still have that silent hatred for them as if they’ve just stolen from me. Again, I’m not sure that feelings like this will ever truely go away. I saw an advert for a betting site online. I never bet on sports, but Leicester are so sure to win the league title now, I contemplated what would happen if I put every penny I had on them to win. It wouldn’t be a massive cash back, but it would be something. There’s three games left and all they need to do is win one of them. Knowing my luck they’d probably blow it. Let’s say I hypothetically just put that bet on. Sorry Leicester. We’ll see in a few weeks if I’d of just lost everything all over again.
Hypothetical’s aside, I’m still plodding on. One year and nine weeks tomorrow. **quick side update. I just went to tap and vent a barrel of real ale. It’s currently on my face, arm and chest. The night gets better.** So yea, I’m staying strong. I’m resisting the constant pressure of working night under a bandits nose. Everything is, in the best part, going ok at the moment. Savings could be a bit better, but I’ve been having to shell out recently. Not as much chance to save. It’s getting there slowly but surely. I just need my mother to get off my back about getting my own house for a bit longer… Two years longer would be nice!
