If I really don't want to do something, I don't have to, do I?
So sod it! It'll be like university, when I didn't do much but work (and nerd up the computer labs) because I thought my degree was more important than meeting people, societies, extra-curricular activities, etc.
I need to find work. This thing must have priority, despite its almost boundless ballshrinking horror level. I don't need a bunch of other stuff to stress about - sorting my worthless life out is more than enough.
I'd like to apologise to everyone, especially Simon who's really excited about his birthday party (and hope he doesn't go off on one and delete my account, but you know), Sarah, who'll just keep nagging me and/or taking the piss, and...
...and my mum. Who will never read this, but... who is a lot more worried than she lets on. Which is my bloody fault. This really sucks.