Let me hear a whoo-hoo!

Because even though I have got to work all weekend, even though the work is going to take longer than the weekend, and even though Monday's work is going to be horrible, and even though I'm behind in reading both Dialj and CI5hq stories, and on comments and emails and I know what I want to write for my Dialj day now and have got the bit that makes it writable but I'm not going to have time to write it, and just time-disaster and everything... I've got my passport back! I is a free hooman-been again! I could get up and leave the country now if I wanted - and then come back afterwards... *g* I could plan to go on holiday! Whooo and hooo! *g*

Which phew and joy means.... picspam!








...and then back to work. But wheee! *g*

Cancel the whoo and pack away the hoo...

...my wallet has sodding well been lost and/or stolen - and really the latter cos I know exactly almost to the second when it must have gone, and the petrol station says there's no sign of it, and there was a car right behind me waiting which can't really have failed to see me drop it, and they didn't hand it in...and... and...

So just many many bad words, and cancelled banks cards, and I'd just drawn out £50 - fifty whole pounds - and had loads of stamps in there, and... and... my driver's license, and all my store cards and bookshop cards which effectively had money on them, and... oh, just waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

And the worst thing is that I really can't think it's been anything but stolen (granted from my own carelessness - and I'm usually so careful of it...) because there's just no where else in between the moment of paying for petrol/tucking it under arm when I put petrol cap back on and my realising it was gone that it could have been - and no way else that it wouldn't have been handed in already when someone found it...

So now it's all that horrible sick feeling when you know that a) you've done something stupid, and b) someone has proven yet again that human beings are selfish nasty creatures from under rocks.

And I still have all that work to do. Just... waaaaaah (and sorry for the whinge, but... waaaaaah...) That'll teach me. I'd told myself that of course I could spare 3 hours out of about 16 to not work and to go and see The Mocking Jay with a friend, and if only I hadn't done that and hadn't stopped for petrol, and hadn't... you know, been born... *sighs and sobs a bit more*

/whinge, honest, but... just one more waaah....

Remind me that there's anything good in the world...?

Attempted list of good things in world
- going to cinema with a friend
- getting my passport back (and it being too big to fit into my wallet...)
- erm...