Ever get the feeling that you dont have a clue what you're doing?

Well, Lola is still not quite back to her usual bouncy self, but it doesn't matter too much. I may perk up after some more wallowing in blah-ness. I occasionally just need to be leave to be miserable for a while then I get sick of it and come out of it.

I had a course today at work, and I suffered from what is known in training circles as "information overload" the result of which is that I can't remember anything we learnt and I have a course assessment to complete. Gah. I'm hoping some kind-hearted soul in work will be won over by my adorable incompetance and help me with it.

My days seem fairly monotonous at the moment. Wake up, work, home, dinner, internet, sleep. I feel the need to get out and not sit at home every night. I'm missing Uni, the place where socialising is second nature, and where I didn't mind sitting at home, because I was glad of the rest from an active life. Now I'm working I don't see all those mates I used to see on a regular basis, and I'm missing them like hell. I think it's probably time to get out at least one weeknight, and then at the weekend too. This weekend shouldn be sorted anyhow, I shall be doing my St John Ambulance bit at Creamfields, which is usually a good but knackering night.

I tell you what, you don't realise that once you're out of Uni and working that you get very tired. I went out on Saturday night, got pretty drunk and went to bed late. I still haven't recovered. I can't wait until next september...