16/10/05

God, I am not in a state to be writing this right now, but whatever. This week has been crazy. After endless eons of job hunting, I have gone from the application stage to an accepted job offer in a week and a half. I can't believe I'm having to move again. I hate moving. I've had to say goodbye to the choir, and the church, and the Gerard! He is staying in the flat where we are now because his job is still here (obviously), but the first job I have found in months of applying is a two hour drive away - not really commutable. Especially as I can't drive yet. So that means we will now be having Ye Olde Long Distance Relationship. This is obviously not the most perfect of situations, but then how often does perfection come along in real life? You may notice that I am trying to be philosophical to stem the waves of rising panic. Everything will be okay. Ooookaaaay. Honest. If only I can get a frigging roof over my head within the next two weeks. I'm not going to be sick. That would be most unbecoming in a young lady.