this morning i have been budgeting using notepad to jot it all down (money moguls would be disgusted with me) and enjoying my bran flakes, with banana but mainly with goji berries. mm, mm. today will be successful if i do not have any chocolate at all; yesterday i had a double decker for the very first time - i wonder what ever stopped me before? it was absolutely delish. sat around gate 5 with our sweets with harcreet, olga and nyree, telling tales of anything and everything. nyree, who became a customer service manager at 20, and is a supervisor now at only 23 (practically my age, still) kind of makes me want to do something with myself. i'm waiting for november's paycheque so i can enrol on a graphic design short course and finally get some things rolling, like my creativity, for starters...

still no news on the doctors. all i ever hear is no, no, no. paul is going to give them a ring some time soon and see if he has any better luck. i should do a highstreet post but i never get round to it, even with all the photos lying around. i'm loving my three-day week this week and can't wait 'til another day off on friday; lazy shopping and coffee with my mother if she is feeling up to it. we enjoy seeing each other so much now we don't live in the same house, it's pretty nice. people keep telling me i'm losing/lost weight but i lay unconvinced until i buy a pair of scales. oooooh.

settled into SE22 quite nicely. moved on saturday morning at 9am amidst arguments that all my stuff wouldn't fit into one car (said my dad; i said it so would), then sped south of the river and got here, moved in (in one journey, i'm a winner) and said goodbyes in under 40 mins. since then the sorting of the stuff has been a little slow and half-hearted, mainly because i know that in a month, me & paul will be sorting it all out again to distribute over three rooms, what with claire moving out at the end of this (!!) month. so far i've mainly got all my media unboxed, and most importantly the stereo and my computer. been painstakingly sorting my clothes into the mega-big wardrobe that paul, james & dom found on CPR a few weeks' ago, to save a few bob, & i'm not even half done yet. ran out of hangers and ambled down to peckham rye in the rain to ask a lady in primark very nicely if she would give me some more for free. she sympathised, THANK GOD, and gave me a whole bagful. since getting home, via a trip to khans food stores (read: peckham cheapystores), i have not put good use to said hangers, and am instead hanging around without an appetite waiting for paul to get home so we can go give blood.

looking through recipes so i can actually learn to cook things that are not just rice and veg. found a lovely recipe for a smoothie-type-power-drink: 100ml carrot juice, 100ml orange juice, 4-6 cubes of ice & 3-4 dashes of tabasco sauce (or 6-7 if you've spice-loving tastebuds like mine), mix it all together with a spoon in a glass and voila. nice to sip lazily in the kitchen.

just thought i'd report in, really. today marks the start of october - my favourite month of the year - and i really resolve to make good use of it, even if it does mean just writing more.

maybe normal (?) service will resume soon, after i've busied myself working how to pack up all my stuff in 3 days and somehow transport it to south-east london. maybe.

amidst madly throwing myself into my huge amounts of overtime and learning the curve to beating tomas at the games of battleships we play every day at work, i would much appreciate it if people could keep things from my past (who cares if they're good or bad) in the past, where they duly belong and where i like to keep it. if you knew me enough, you'd know that i am always very-much-in-the-present. i don't really have much time for talking about events from my teenagerhood. don't get me wrong, i have nothing to hide. but on the other hand, they're not your tales to tell.

and everything else. time to heat up last nights pizza; ultimate comfort to prepare oneself for 14 hrs on shift tomorrow, followed by a 6 hr sleep before the next shift. yawn.