Depressing Week: The Climax

I wish the news could be all hunky dorey, sweetness & light but it ain't. Today saw me, the most down I have been for a while & although there were some good bits about the week & some amusing snippets, there has mainly been gloom.

I don't want to be on New Deal, especially not doing something I don't want to do, construction will do nothing for my hands, well not unless you want your furniture without the aid of sandpaper. They haven't sorted out the AB+ thing like I hoped don't think they even tried, although the tutor is trying her best to help as she has been in a similar position herself.

We finished the first weeks induction, with about half the people we started with. Even so I don't think it has made much difference to most of us. It has been the biggest waste of time in my entire life. So much so by the end of the end of the lecture I ended up reading everyone's tarot cards, but they all seem to agree with what I said & that their readings were accurate. Mystic Meg eat your heart out & I'm more attractive & slightly less weird.

I ended up arriving at the Pride workshop early as we finished early at New Deal. The floats are now finished & the banners are well on there way to being finished. It's amazing how much we managed to get done seeing as though half of the people didn't turn up & the other one was half an hour late. As to how many people are going to be in the march or parade I've shrieked at into saying I have no idea & I wish people would give me exact numbers so we can see what we are meant to be doing, as in whether it will be all fairies whether we have rude mechanicals or whether we have the 4 lovers. Midsummer Nights Dream has too many characters in it & people don't seem to realize how much effort we are putting in for them to just piss us about. It seemed like the icing on the cake today, the straw that broke he camel's back, which kind of made me want to slash my wrists.

I was supposed to have going out to Bubble, a techno/hard trance/psychedelic trance night but I really was in no mind set for doing it & would have ended up being a party pooper. Not that I actually like techno but it is one of the things that my partner is into & I am not. I wouldn't have been dancing & would have had a photo taken of me looking like a miserable trout like I did in the photos taken of me the last time I was at House of God. So instead I'm here writing not the best way to spend a Friday night but at least I'm being depressed behind closed doors watching a re run of Conan the Barbarian, the sad person I am.

Well with out further ado,

good night

Rob