Current mood:

tired

Chesty inheritance
Still no luck in the job hunt but I have more interviews coming up. Soooo frustrating.

I've had a bastard of a cough for aaaages now and I went to the doctor today, convinced I'm dying of pneumonia or something. Apparently not. My chest sounds clear and healthy - which although reassuring, is clearly a lie. Oh well, I'm sure it'll go soon.

I should be getting my inheritance from my uncle soon. Woohoo! It'll certainly help pay the bills throughout this annoying jobless stage of life. James is also running out of money. BBC cutbacks have really affected his line of work. Those idiots up in London decided to cut the BBC Bristol budget by a huuuge amount and have fired most of the people working in 'Factual Departments' (ie. documentaries, natural history and all that jazz) so they can concentrate on letting Manchester and London produce utter shite for BBC3.

Hopefully we'll both find work soon, but with my inheritance we're going to treat ourselves to a nice holiday somewhere because we haven't been away together for years now.

Oh, and I've taken up boxercise, hah! The day after the first session I almost died, I swear! So many aches, but I'm already feeling the positive effects. Jab jab jab hook KICK!