Having spent last weekend in Lampyland, I have come to realise just how shite my life on the farm is becoming. Seriously, before last Friday the last time I was in a social place (i.e. the pub) must have been at least 3 months ago...I mean, how crap is that? Sure, I've been to Archeon/Roman events and to family do's and such, but it's just not the same as going out with your mates, having a few drinks (well...maybe more than just a few drinks) and having yourself a good time. The point is, is that I spend far too much time speaking to animals (and on this damned laptop....curse it! curse it thrice and damn it to Hades!) and not enough time speaking to people I don't yet know.
The problem is that I'm not entirely sure how to remedy this. Fucking off to France is one option; at least I'll meet some new people. There is, however, the slight hiccup of the language barrier (my French is not, let's face it, exactly fluent). Another option is moving away somewhere, but that has the inherent speed-bump of my not having any money...no money=can't get house/flat, can't get house/flat=can't get job, can't get job=no money. I'm kinda screwed any way you want to look at it.
Anyway, I just wanted to get a bit of ranting done and I've never been one for raising my voice, so clickety-clacking at a keyboard is pretty much my vent for anything I feel need to get (well...shout) off my chest.
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
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