I've been in a really bad mood today for practically no reason. Luckily, I haven't had to speak to many people at work today. When I'm in a bad mood I tend to get kind of short with them, especially when they're being idiots. I did write a list of everything that's wrong with my work computer, though. It came to one side of A4. And I have small writing. Perhaps I'll finally get a new one in two years time. And that's being optimistic.

In the pub at lunch today the talk was all about houses. There seem to be so many people at work (like, 99% of them) that are into buying houses, living with boyfriends (most of the people at work are girls) and basically being boring grown-ups. Which I really don't get. I could just about cope with it though, because most of my friends from school and uni didn't have girlfriends (most of them are blokes). Except that now it seems that the opposite is true.

Occasionally I think about having a boyfriend would be quite useful (going out, going on holiday, someone else to do the cooking etc - I was going to say look after me when I'm ill but all I want when I'm ill is someone to provide me with pills, water and toast and leave me alone). But a friend would do that just as well.

When I was little and in middle school I always used to hope one of the girls was off sick on PE days because there were 15 girls and 15 boys in my class and I'd have someone to go with. I had friends but they were always in different classes. Things got better after that point but I never quite got out of the habit of wishing for a best friend that was only friends with me. Which is obviously completely ridiculous because that would also imply I couldn't have any friends.

But a boyfriend would require actual effort. I mean they tend to expect to see you occasionally, which is a complete pain because, frankly, I have better things to do with my time than spend it all with one person. I have so many friends round the country that I'd much rather spend my weekends seeing them than a boyfriend. Which I think is perfectly reasonable. It's just hard sometimes to remember that's normal. I don't understand some people, I really don't.

And I really don't want to see Neil Manson's (dodgy DI to my mum) chest ever again. That was not a pleasant experience.

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