So...

I cried at work yesterday. I had to go and hide in the bathroom.
That's the first time I've done that in nearly 2 years.
I wanted to walk out of the office straight away - nothing is worse than going back to the depression I once had.
But I got angry and wrote several emails to the people in "Power" demanding that changes be made.
I've been assured that within 2 weeks one system will be fixed and working - and that within a month the other problem will also be fixed and working.
I'll see.
If the tears come a second time then I am definitely not going to be hanging around...

He was...

...only a month older than me. I never knew that. I liked all of his movies, and thought he had a great smile.

I just feel it's sad and unexpected.
And he was my age. Which also makes things a bit scarier.

Childhood

I had a wisdom tooth pulled this morning.
It's reduced me to a state of childhood, I've woken up from a nap cranky.
I can only eat soft food, so am having fish fingers and mashed potato for dinner.

If you'll now excuse me I'm going to go and watch cartoons....

Another year...

Another year...another set of resolutions to let fall by the wayside.

But no. That's not entirely true. I am trying to improve myself and follow through with everything I set down in paper...'cause that's one of my resolutions. To keep up with my journal entries - and hopefully also my blog entries. I signed up on Facebook too, so we can add that to the list of things I have to remember to update!

Life is busy, but I want to make the effort of documenting it. So that I cant forget.

My first act in this little resolution was to go out and purchase a new journal. For the one currently tucked away in my drawer is nearly 2 years old. It contains a lot of tears within its pages, the heartbreak expressed in messy scrawl. The result of crying so hard you can barely write straight.

For the moment I want these sad words shut away in a box. Only to be viewed again when I want to read them, and not sitting there reminding me every time I open the journal. Daring me to look back at who I once was.

I'm not afraid of them so much as ready to move on, that person who cried herself to sleep every night surfaces only very rarely now. She's faced her demons, accepted them and defeated them.
She only exists now in the pages of that tattered little journal.

So a fresh new journal for 2008 and my new life. Bound in a beautiful deep blue and teal patterned material....