It started off so well...

And it did too.  After a week of late shifts, I was soooo looking forward to the weekend.  Saturday came, I got up early, got a lot of things done, as well quite a bit of writing as well - it looks like my writer's block is finally shifting.  I've got of the stories down scene by scene now, so hopefully something will be produced *touch wood* before my two weeks of night shift start next monday.

Anyway, I got a call around about midday from my mum with some news that opened up a lot of old family wounds and has the potential to start another huge family drama.  I spent the rest of the day feeling utterly sorry for myself, and today I went into town and spent a lot of money that was meant for christmas presents on myself.  I'm really going to regret it in the coming days.

But you know what.  It's fine.  I'll just call the bank tomorrow and ask for an extention on my overdraft.  I needed a coat for the winter - it's Scotland!  It's bloody freezing!  I needed a new handbag, I had my old one for four years and it's got holes in it.  Granted, I didn't need to spend thirty eight quid in Fopp on books, DVDs, and CDs.  But again, so what, I can't really remember the last time I actually spent money on myself that wasn't food or spent on bills.  So I'm an extra hundred and fifty in the red.  Big whoop.  I know people that are up to their eyeballs in debt with all their credit cards maxed out and they never lose a wink of sleep.  Why should I?  I'm still under a thousand in the red, I can make it back up again - unless, you know, our chain is the next victim of the 'credit crunch' and I lose my job, which is supposed to be unlikely. *touch wood*

I suppose the best way of looking at it is that I helped the economy by spending money and have not completely screwed myself over for an extra couple of months.  Yeah.  That works for me. Heh.