Woke up feeling like shit, not surprising considering I'm about to lose my house, and I've already lost the job I loved, I've got the appetite of a sparrow, and I drowned a bottle of Red last night... I've found it's far easier to sleep despite your world collapsing around you when you're pissed.
I couldn't get through to the landlord, the lines were constantly busy, and today is Saturday, so there's nobody there to answer any calls... great! Received letters from the landlord today: Possible Abandonment of Property, and NOTIFICATION OF COURT ACTION - FINAL WARNING. What a lovely start to the day. My rent arrears are through the fucking roof, we're talking thousands, not hundreds, I can't believe I've let things slide so much. I guess if nothing else it's clear indication that I've clearly not been coping but, then I ask... does anyone really a fuck?!
I can't write anymore, doesn't seem much point. Think I'll pop one of my new Prozac, and hope the bailiffs don't turn up over the weekend. This is not a nice way to live.
Strange... I just realised, the tarot card for today is the Chariot, certainly applies to me, but I'm not sure how I'm going apply it... might have to ponder on that one for a while.
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