Yawn

Now that was a rubbish sleep. Thanks to the howling gale outside and the complete lack of double glazing in the flat, I now look like I've got a halloween costume ready a week early. Zombiiiieeeee. 

 Oh well, I'm going to visit Aunty Edie today, which will be really good. I know I'd only met her once before I came up here but she's still family. I feel like I could do with a bit of family right now.

 I'm trying to SORN my car so I can claim the tax back, and because I can't afford insurance any more. But my licence is registered at Nantwich Road, so before I can sort the SORN I have to change my address. The problem is the paper part of my licence is at home (genius) and I need a number off that to be able to change my address. Dad said he would email it to me, but of course he hasn't. There's no way I'll be able to get my new licence, send the SORN info off and get confirmation back in time to tell the insurance people that I don't have to pay them this time because I'm not driving my car right now. I really, really can't afford this.

 I just want a job. No, actually I just need a job. If I can't get one by January 19th I'll be out of the flat. I'll have to go home and use the deposit money to travel up on Mondays and Tuesdays for my lectures then go home again. I just don't understand, ever since I've got here I've had this concrete feeling that this is exactly where I'm supposed to be and exactly what I'm supposed to be doing. But if that's true why can't I get a job that will let me stay where I'm supposed to be? My next plan of action is to take a day wandering round the city centre and mithering at every agency I come across. Something's got to come up soon. I don't want to go home.

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