I've been working late all week 'til seven o'clock moving heavy books for no thanks. My arms are black and blue and I ache all over. And I'm also doing a Saturday shift tomorrow at nine o' clock.
I've just found out that contrary to what I was led to believe, I DO have to pay council tax this month.
My landlords are coming around first thing Monday morning to do an 'annual inspection' (although how they can call it annual when they didn't do one last year is beyond me). This means that a) the well earned weekend rest will have to wait another week because I will be cleaning my rubbish dump of a flat and b) the landlords are REALLY coming around to remind us that they are selling the flat from beneath us, and to remind us to get the hell out!

I won't even START to tell you about my flatmate's problems (which directly affect me - both financially AND emotionally!) because that's her business.

I'm normally quite chipper and optomistic, 'cos I know that life's too short, but I'm finding it difficult during this Hell-week!

I've just remembered that the leccy bill is due any day! HELP ME STOP THE WORRYING, 'CATTERS