Yesterday was so painful. Woke up feeling uber hungover. Went for breakfast (something I never, ever do....my sleeping habits need to be sorted out!) with Sas,Eva and a whole bunch of folk. It was so good to hang out with Sas again...she's still one of my favourite NYC girlies....and just sitting on the couch,chatting randomly with her made me realise how much I've missed her this year...don't know when I'll next see her again...*please let me find 400 quid soon*...anyhow,spent the rest of the day in the library,attempting to forget the hangover. Work was near impossible....ended up leaving when I thought I was just about to explode. The lighting and stale air of our rubbish library did not help the hangover. Back home, spent hours on the computer, looking for jobs and the like...I have to admit, it wasn't entirely productive...it just made me more depressed....
Walked to the Byre for Slam Poetry...it was so hot, the crowd wasn't very receptive and so Kristina and I left to go to another pub. I spent the next few hours telling her about how scared I am about the future and how stressed I am about everything and she was so good,so patient with me....right now,I'm trying to scare myself into working....it has to be done. I am off to Glasgow in a few hours and won't be back till tomorrow....I NEED TO WORK!!!!!!Mon Tim, Mon the Work!!!