This is a test

Did I mention that I hate Thursdays? Everyone's looking forward to the weekend, well the weekend just means more work for me. Yes, while everyone else is out having fun and playing in the sun with their partners, I'm trying to keep myself busy to forget that mine is on the other side of the planet. I'm reduced to maintaining my bike, reading books on psychology, and working my butt off at Urge. And dont get me started on the hot guys who harass me while I'm working- I'm flattered and all, but I'm not in the right headspace to accept their advances and they should just recognise that and stop bothering me.

Oh and birds, chirping happily in the trees wake me up in the morning- has it ever occurred to them that some mornings I *dont want* to be woken up?

Even the planet pisses me off. The only time I get to go riding is after work, and so by the time I get to One Tree Hill, negotiate the joggers and park up, the sunset has finished and all that is left is the damn alpine glow, and of course it's on the opposite horizon to where the sunset was.




This has been a test of the grumpy bastard posting system. A failed test, given that I couldnt stop laughing at myself while writing. I just dont have what it takes to see the world in a bad light, I'm afraid, despite periods of self-doubt and depression. Twisting my bain to see everything negatively just *hurt*