I didn't write a blog post yesterday, what came over me?
It probably wouldn't have made a difference but I went to the Job Centre for an appointment with the woman who dealt with disabilities and illness.
I'm barely feeling hopeful at all and convinced that my unrealistic but provoking thoughts from last winter may be re-emerging.
If you replace the first vowel from Canterbury in the usual juvenile manner,
I wouldn't take offence as there are loads of them around and the way the meeting seemed to go, it seemed that a return to ASDA would be a possibility.
That's about the same sort of chance as Graham Norton getting a recommission for Totally Saturday as far as I'm concerned.
I know it brings in money, but does it do anything to sustain determination? Does it balls.
This time I know there's no second chances.
Possibly after graduation, and when I've finished writing my rather dire excuse for a "biog" I may feel a lot more determined having got my bugbears out of the way and onto a PDF document.
Not long to go.
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