i should be working

i worked so dang hard yesterday that post gym i came home, ate a lovely supper and then passed out much to the chagrin of miss H.

perhaps listening to coldplay isn't helping my mood and the fact that our electricity bill came in at 450£ yesterday... regardless of what anyone says... you can't get ahead in London. unless you're uber rich... there is so little chance. Money is truly starting to be my albatross. I hate it. I'm so sick of it. The more disillusioned you feel the more you just want to pack it all in... then when you realize you can't it's even more depressing... and oh yea, don't forget about that student loan. I know that my values lie not in owning a big screen TV or the latest video game or mobile phone. I enjoy shopping but only rarely buy anything over 40£... I guess I need a holiday... however that too... costs. *hides under quilt*

I like my life, I like my routine, I am fortunate to have had the chance to get an education, move to a different country, have someone who loves me, have a great family... all those things are not at all forgotten... I just think sometimes the world is cruel and unpredictable... As my mum always says in her pessimistic wisdom... 98% of life is hard and unfair the remain 2% is amazing... Expect the 98, and rejoice when the 2% pays a visit. Is this why people turn to religion?