I believe

I've burnt out for the day.

Sadly, my two options to escape this retched eye-burning head-hurting arse-aching wrists-osteoarthriting atmosphere went to waste.

My mum called in the afternoon to ask whether I'm hungry enough to need her home immediately after work, because she wanted to do a bit of shopping. I said go shopping and please bring me a couple of highlighters because despite having purchased twelve of them last week I find myself completely deprived.

Then an hour later I realised there was one stress-spot on my cheek that qualified as a medical emergency, and that I was fresh out of Dermalogica gel. I had an old bottle of Oxy-10 which I thought smelled peculiar, the reason for which was that it had expired over a year ago.

I made a rather stupid plan to go emergency-shopping with a friend. Shopping defined as travelling for only-Cityrail-knows-how-long to spend 30 seconds buying one item. But you know, whatever. Desperate times.

Then when I had one foot out the door I realised I had no ticket, no cash and the train was due in 5 minutes. The one after that in half an hour, and it was already 6:30. Not worth the effort.

Since I was already dressed I had an overwhelming urge to go out anyway. I thought of joining my mum but she called hours ago and it was probably too late. I thought of going to Burwood alone but the prospect of being alone after being alone for 4 bloody whole days doesn't hold as much appeal as much as one would imagine. I thought of going out to meet Jez after his exam except I didn't know when it ended and he seems to be busy pretending I don't exist.

So here I am in my dirty portugese chicken burger stained jeans. Wasting time alone.