The start of the weekend!

Yep. It's now officially the start of the weekend for me. A bum like me. Fifteen minutes ahead. And what does my delicious time away from the fuck machine have in store for me? Well, tonight, the Eastenders omnibus and a shit load of food. And tomorrow....
Sometimes it's not even worth it is it?
I spent my day at work avoiding till work and contact with customers. It's meant that my back hurts (since when does my back hurt from a bit of physical labour anyway?) but it means i'm partially happy.
I spoke to Benjamin, through text. He seems very defensive about the email I sent him, but it's not like I expected him to welcome and accept what I said. But, as I told him, certain things had to be said, and now it's all done, we can just forget about it.

AT TWELVE O'CLOCK, I AM OFFICIALLY BINNING THIS FUCKING WEEK.

Even though, I said that last week at around this time, and everything just got even worse. Oh well.
It's nice to have some communication with him though. Some level of 'normality'. And i'm feeling a little better in myself about the whole situation. I am again the strong one who must do everything I can to keep Ben smiling and keep him going until he is out of the dark phase.

Anyway. I'm going to make sandwiches. And probably call my mother. It has been 8 days after all. Not that i'll be explaining the week's events to her. I'll listen to her whine about her problems. Listen to her talking to other people whilst on the phone to me.

But then it's 'stenders time. Ahh, the little things.

Oh. A customer told me that I should give my life up for Jesus Christ our lord. Best decision I could ever make apparently.