The Importance of Being Idle

Isn't There Anyone Else With Slightly Mysterious Bruises?

Okay, things have moved on a little since Sunday morning. Jules called me in a panic about Sunday lunch cos she'd just had a run in with her ex and she wanted somewhere to hide, and she's my best mate, so she's always welcome eh? We hung out, chatted, watched movies, dyed her hair (the girliest night of my life then), and I eventually took her home at 3am when she thought she was tired enough to sleep.
Monday we did much the same thing all over again, but this time we decided we hadn't seen Erin for months on end, so we went to her house after work and took her out drinking for six hours. Luckily I didn't have my phone with me, or we'd have called her first and she'd have told us not to bother, but we cheered her up and that was good. Then it was back here, where we tried to watch Chronicles of Riddick, but Jules fell asleep on my couch and I had to sit extremely still or she'd wake up. Eventually the movie stopped though, and she woke up anyway cos there was no noise, and it was time for her to go home again. I always tell her she's welcome to stay if she wants, I've got enough rooms and stuff, but I understand that she kinda has to go home and face whatever demons lurk in her house and in her head. Been there, done that eh? She's more fucked about this whole thing than she lets on though, although if you know her that's pretty obvious. It just seems that not many people know her.
I don't normally talk about people I know that much, but as pretty much all of the past two days have been taken up with takin' care of my mate in a crisis, that's about all I have to write about.
Okay, so what else?
Well the benefit situation is STILL fucked up and staying that way apparently, so I've had to call my parents to ask for money, which I hate doing. Its not that my Mum (or my Dad really) are mean about it, I just don't like being a burden like that, I'm old enough that I SHOULD be able to take care of myself, but I guess not. I pretty much had the whole financial thing just about balanced, so I could live on what I had, at least for another couple of months. In the old days the switch over used to be automatic, but for some reason these days they just stop giving you money and don't feel the need to tell you about it, and because they put it straight into your bank account these days, unless you check it regulary, you'd never know. The sneaky fuckers.
I'm tired. *yawn*
And its not even midday yet.

posted by BadMonkey @ 11:30 AM