We've been pulling out the nails that hold up everything you know

Silence! I Kill you!

So um yeah, Monday night I entered total meltdown mode. Much fun was had by all, except those involved. Basically went on a complete and utter nutcase run and decided I wanted Sam back and stuff, then hit Tuesday lunchtime and realised "WTF is wrong with me?". Ladies and Gentlemen, this was me coming to my sanity. It rarely happens so be shocked More shocked! Come on, you can do better than that! That's more like it!
So yes, after repeatedly metaphorically slapping myself around the head with a tuning fork, I realised this would be a horrifically bad idea, so bad that it may tear a hole in the space time continuum, resulting in earth being the only planet left in the universe, and a strange little green man running amock over the world with sticky balls attempting to pick up rubbish to make new planets and stars.

Today also involved continual usage of the metaphorical tuning fork (it's B flat incase you were wondering), mainly this morning when I sent some ranty, rather frank texts about stuff. Mainly how Sam's not worth it anymore, she was but she's not now. I kinda hoped we would at least stay friends after but the fact she hasn't spoken to me means I really can't be bothered to attempt talking to her. Plus it'll probably fuck my head up too.
So leave it I shall, and when we have returned to university shall see how it goes, I will. Not much improvement I see, but care I do not, if honest I am. Question not, why like Yoda, I speak. Onwards, Padawan!

So that's my week, nothing interesting at work really today. Cystotomy cat (did fuck all all day), Vomiting cat (likewise) and a dental cat (again, did fuck all). Yesterday was similar, Monday I had no inpatients at all. So instead I did all the mindless jobs which make your mind wander, this isn't always good so the tuning fork does surface at certain points in time but other times allows for amusing inventions and thoughts whilst blankly staring at a wall cleaning kits.

On another note, Gavin invented me a poem yesterday in the pub, but I don't remember much of it. It was fucking awesome though.