Well, Kelmarsh was a success! It was hugely fun, what with the good weather (right until we needed to pack away) and the fact I got to be a kid and play quoites with the public. I also did some one-legged skipping...or 'hopping' I guess you'd call it. I ended up jumping into the game before realising jumping up and down on my knee was really not a good idea at all. Since it was Kelmarsh, the beer tent was good as always, with plenty of hatting opportunities. David Hemsley made the mistake of betting me that I wouldn't be able to get a pair of trousers. It's safe to say that he lost, and ended up buying me a drink. All was good.
My job, however, was less good. Due to circumstances, I ended up quitting only 9 days after starting. Just one of those things, I guess. I'm a pretty tolerant person. I went in for random hours, bad pay and boring work. One thing that I refuse to tolerate however, is some arrogant sod deciding to be a bully and throw his weight around. Meh. At least I can go to Belsay castle tomorrow I guess, even if it is costing me over £50 for the weekend away. I /really/ need to get myself another job. Ah well.
Booktin is going well. Well, no more content has been added up yet (not entirely my fault, to be honest), but I've managed to incur a decent amount of interest in the project thus far. All I have to do is keep it ticking over now. I'll add another article tomorrow, just in case.
So it's 12:33am and I'm absolutely exhausted. The only problem is, is that I can't sleep thanks to my knee. I've been (as my nana put it this evening) 'living on' pain medication, and it's barely helping. If I'm completely honest, I'm scared of going onto something stronger. I don't want to have to be dependent on something like that. It's just...irritating. I can live with the pain itself...I have a fairly high threshold...but the fact that I have to use a stick, and not be able to do simple things like stand up still for more than fifteen minutes is really beginning to grind on my mind.
Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts. Kinda hard to think about good things when your mind is exhausted. Sleep isn't exactly forthcoming, and when it is, I end up waking up maybe half a dozen times during the night, or dreaming about...well. This isn't the place for me to psychoanalyse myself. I've gotta keep smiling though, I hate to see pity in people's eyes when they look at me. I can't go back there.
