Weekend: a fantastic if rather acne-riddled party, with pickles, AMADEUS AMADEUS, balloons and buckaroo. Old and new friends.
Monday: job offer. Accepted.
I came to the conclusion that I need to stop comparing myself (for the time being, at least) to the people I went to Uni with, like Victoria who got to meet Jake Gyllenhaal and Stephen Fry, and Rob who got to work at Emap who I had two interviews with (bastard!) and just accept a salaried admin job in Canterbury. It doesn't have to be forever. And I got a pleasant vibe from the office and I'll be doing mainly audio-typing which I like. Don't ask me why.
I'll be gutted to leave Laurel House in the sense that the people there are lovely, and I get to doss about on the internet, but there comes a time where you're like, fuck it, I need money. Also reading about people's depression all day induces the same symptoms in myself, but hopefully, as I'll now be working in a creative environment, this atmosphere will rub off on me and get me thinking about my own talents, rather than my problems.
And...I'll be moving back to Canterbury, I can bloody afford to now so no more dithering! I'm looking round a studio apartment tomorrow in fact.
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