fuel me

The connection in the library is fucking dodgy. Excellent but I keep getting disconnected. It's beginning to piss me off. Just a little. James Morrison in the morning makes me wonder what exactly it is that I want. I've been offered to work here. Ex-schoolmate is leaving the company and says that there're are gonna be a lot of openings come this June. Very tempted to just tender in my resignation and end my intership and hop over. A good way to begin my foray into the world of communications.

But I'm worried and I fear. For a lot of things. I don't really know who to talk to. I don't know anyone older whom I'd trust enough to rightly explain and verbalise everything that I feel and fear and worry.

I am going to kill the internet connection here. Excellent my ass. Need to find a place to charge up the laptop later on. Sit down, waste my money on coffee and cigarettes, charge this damned thing as I do work. My next meeting is at 1230 followed by table tennis at TPSH again. Cheap good school food. Fortunately the parents gave me a ride to work. I'm grumpy, grouchy and miserable in the morning.

I've this urge to run again. I want to kill and deaden everything in my head right now.