I am very excited. Why? Because as of next Wednesday, I am completely committment free.

I quit my job. It's something I've always wanted to do. Writing down my job description as "Lady of Leisure" always sounded so glamourous. Of course, that's not the reason why I did it. I did it because the last two weeks have probably been the worst of my life. I don't necessarily feel the need to elaborate at present although I am sure I will in the future when I can think about what's gone on without alternating between despair, severe anger and an overwhelming desire to destroy my surroundings which is my natural instinct when things don't go my way. 

Working seems like an unnecessary form of torture at the moment, particularly since I've got very little actual work to do. The giant paycheck is going to be missed but if some stupid schmuck buys my second house it won't matter because I can live off the profit from that for several months, possibly years.

Part of my conditions of unemployment (yes, George has supplied me with a list of conditions) requires me to produce at least one lengthy tome of fiction and work on this website more often than once every three months. Given that he's pretty much paying for me to sit on my arse and do nothing from now until I graduate in four years I think that's one condition I can probably meet. At least he didn't demand I spend four hours a day in the gym, host dinner parties for his clients, dye my hair blonde, remove my personality and spend more money than I've ever seen at once on plastic surgery to become the epitome of the trophy wife. Were that the case I think he'd probably find himself contemplating a life without children because his testicles would be removed with a rusty blunt instrument.  So after next Wednesday I'm going to be making a serious effort with this website as well as my novel/s.

Also, I technically will be a trophy wife as George and I have decided to move the wedding to February. We'd decided it would happen later in the year, next year, or never at all but recent events have kind of inspired us to want to do something so that we remember the beginning of this year in a more positive note. The celebrant sent us through a list of vows and readings that we can pick from to tailor the ceremony to suit us, but to be perfectly honest all of them make me want to be sick. If anyone has any kind of ideas of how two extremely nerdy shy heavy metal loving weirdos can get married without vomiting over sugar coated rubbish please let me know!

~ Apologies for spelling errors, grammatical mistakes, etc. While I pride myself on my usually brilliant English, I'm also incredibly drunk and building a fort out of empty bourbon cans. It really has been a fucked up week.