Today is my last day at work before I go off for a break and get myself geared up for a slightly less pressured start to radiotherapy. I nearly skipped out of the door but of course I feel awful for going off, even on annual leave in case anyone needs anything. Seriously need to care a bit less about my job I think.
I'm caffeine propelled too today. I got up at 5am in the end because I was devastated that while I was sleeping I'd accidentally murdered my friend teapot. I'd been trying to find a cure for my cancer and I'd only touched his face and he'd turned to dust. I tried to grab the dust ( because naturally I was going to glue him back together again). Only when I tried to grab him the floor started turning to dust too and burning away, making a hole in the ground. I tried to go after him but I was freaking out because I couldn't work out which bits were him and which bits were floor. Woke up really panicked and in tears and after my heart had stopped racing I realised I was clearly a nutter and maybe sleep isn't the best thing for me to take up as a hobby!
