If I am here when they come I'll be shot

[fightingthecage]

Omg, life is weird. Like, there was so much stress last week it was unbelievable. So I chase people up today, all prepared to have to fight to get the cash they owe me again and suddenly everyone's all, 'Cheque's in the post, you should have it tomorrow or the day after.' Me = '...uh, OK. Thanks!' And nearly dying of surprise. Not to mention the fact that my boss paid up what she owed me. Because, get this, when she was adding up everyone's wages this month, she forgot a week. What I can't quite believe is the fact that only me and one other guy even noticed. So, that's nice. Ha, and I totally have something on the awful boss now, as she was practically begging me not to tell everyone else. I'm all, 'Yeah, but they'll all get it paid at the end of next month right?' Because if not, I'm totally telling the world. But she says they will be, so OK.

Anyway, upshot is, life is evening out once more. I have even ordered my bed! Nice kingsize one, even though I have no mattress for it. The thought is there though. As for home internet - well, they're still lame. I phone yesterday and get told to call back on Friday. No one will tell me what the problem is but I can't be bothered to get worked up about it. After five months, another few days can be coped with.

Also on a random note, I have just discovered that I have lost almost five stone. Um, what? That can't be right (for Americans and other aliens - that's about 70 pounds). OK, so its true that I'm about to go buy new jeans because even with my belt as tight as it can go, my pants all still fall down if I a) carry anything in my pockets or b) walk around/climb stairs/move at all. But the loss of five stone still seems a bit extreme. Not that I'm complaining! Its just odd. You'd think I'd notice all that fat disappearing.

And I need to stop reading pterry. Witness this recent exchange:

Crush: 'When am I getting to see your new place then?'

Moi: *expansively and with much drama* 'My door is always open to you, m'dear!

...unless I'm not there, because you don't have a key. So you'd just have to wait for me to get back from work or town or wherever I am. Although I probably wouldn't be at work because you work there too and you'd know if I was still there.'

Crush: *understandably furnishing me with strange look* You need to learn when to stop talking sometimes.

Me: You are so right.

Ha. I remind myself of Shawn Ogg. Possibly this is not a good thing but I'm over it. It's better than the times I remind myself of Nanny Ogg which generally happens when I'm talking about shagging with the - generally much younger - wait staff at the hotel. I forget that kids can still get all 0_0 about some matters. Creates much amusement all round, nonetheless, and is more fun than the times when I'm being a Weatherwax.

I will now stop rambling and go find myself some awesome new jeans. Hope everyone is having a strangely stress-free day also. :)