I'm doin' the happy dance... i'm doin' the happy dance...

By midmorning i was but an egg smashed on the side of a searing hot frying pan. I didn't just crack, i was shattered. Exhausted and emotionally run down - i couldn't for the life of me smile, see straight or best of all - breathe. It was a paper bag day all the way. My sister was ringing about her problems, my cousin shared hers, my brother is leaving me - AGAIN - for the other side of the world. The subjects i need to get my own life going as far as study had all shut and to get any assistance at all, i had to be queued in a phone line. i was no.27.. why the fuck offer too many places and not enough spots? i tried to call virginblue to get a message to my parents that i would be working so the old ducks'd have to find an alternative route home - "i'm sorry we can't guarantee that. we have thousands of people a day choosing to fly with us..". I called in sick because i can't bear to think of someone waiting at the airport alone. However when i arrived, they had got the message upon checking in at Sydney airport. Talk about a wasted day. There were not enough pillows to scream into.