But don't tell anyone!
I'm listening to Paramore, feeling all bejiggery... and in sort a mood that makes me want to paint my eyes and fluff up my hair, go dancing.
I want to forget the money problems, the paperwork, the jobhunting, the feeling that I'm still not doing enough.
I'm not happy. But I'm not sad either. I'm bejiggery, my dear.
I need to take a big deep breath and start again.
But first I want to go dancing.
But maybe not at 2.48 in the morning. Maybe soon.
I'm putting myself to bed now.