Yeah, that was so me the other day. As most of you are aware, I have issues. If you don't know what I'm talking about you can either read the previous post or fuck off. Some of you may have guessed the extent of my problems, so for those who haven't... I will most likely be going on meds. I dunno. I have to get to the docs at some stage.

Well, as the saying goes, what hits the fan shall not be evenly distributed. It has hit, and distribution has happened. I told both my brother and sister that I was struggling. My brothers immediate response was to offer to fly me down. My sister's response was to tell me I'm full of shit. Shit happened. I decided I couldn't go down. My brother was supportive.

This morning I had that 'screw my sister' attitude (bipolar much?), I wasn't going to ruin my weekend away because of her. So frantic texts and emails have flown about today and I'm flying down Saturday morning, being looked after by Kez (innit he a sweetie?), having dinner with my Dad, then heading home Sunday afternoon. A flurry of a weekend. I have the Monday approved off. I won't be needing it to travel (as intended), but I may need it to sleep.

This picture has nothing to do with anything, it just cracks me up.