I can't write. I just can't. I can't think of anything to write about, coming from someone who used to post an average of 1 post every 2 days from January-May last year. I guess when you're alone and bored, your mind has p-l-e-n-t-y of time to wander around.
Hopefully this isn't permanent. For the time being, I'll just write whatever comes into my head first.
At the moment, I'm thinking about going to England for a holiday (how the fuok am I going to do that?).
Looming over that thought is the interview tomorrow morning (what the fuok am I going to say?).
Why am I still awake? Why is it so hard to fall asleep at night? whywhywhywhywhy

By jove, I might've lost the skill to bitch and moan in entire sentences!