Contrary to my lost post, not posting actually means things aren't so great. God knows why anyone is bothering to read this, if they/you are - the next few paragraphs will not inspire you or make you happy, they're just self-obsessed ramblings from someone's who's pretty depressed right now.

I've been busy with work and it's been mostly good but weekends are hollow and lonely. So what's the point in that then?

My stomach hasn't been great but at least it meant I could go to the hospital on Friday to get some TLC, well maybe not TLC just some attention.

I think I've found somewhere to move to. Which is good. I guess.

Apart from that my life is pretty disasterous. Again. Still. Forever.