Boobzilla's blog the other day mentioned how people generally use their blogs as a place to complain endlessly. I realised I do that. I think it's because I'd rather complain endlessly to a screen than to a person, but generally end up doing both anyway. I'm quite good at complaining.

Am going to the Cats Protection League's cattery type placey thing tonight with my friend Myooz as both of us would quite like to adopt a kitty. Strange thing to do with a night out I suppose! I'm hoping to get home relatively early (I don't think a cattery is likely to operate an all night rave anyway) as I feel quite run down at the moment and think a couple of good nights of sleep might make me feel better about the fact that in ten months at my job I've had four days off, and doing 11 hour days of a stressful job for ten months takes its toll on you after a while.

I believe in fairytaleism. When things are great I almost burst with the wonder of the world, and when things stop being so glittery and exciting I tend to whinge endlessly like the most tediously boring asshole to ever exist. When it's great, it's never been better and when it's not great, it could barely be worse.

I'm an idiot, what can I say.