another saturday. I hate saturday. Bed until 12pm, until i have enough energy to get up.
never do anything because 2.5 days of work nearly kills me. got sunburn from sitting in the garden running a stall at our fair yesterday.
then the deputy demanded I help carrying tables and I refused, but it was like I either expose my personal issues in front of colleagues or im a lazy twat.
then took the kids to see the torch and got paranoid because of some scally dickhead smoking pot right next to me- told him to fuck off as I didnt want the kids breathing it in, but it brings on paranoia with me and had to wait for 4 hours till the kids were in bed before I could take extra meds. Had to take extra painkillers as 10 minutes of standing causes severe pain in my left foot.
sorry im whinging again the same crap, but i dont know how else to deal with it.
I'm not mad, I'm furious
When injustice becomes law, rebellion becomes duty