Shortly

Here's another plan gone to pot. Rather than doing what I'd planned and staying at the library for a bit, I've now got to go home to let the workman in. I'm coping with being fucked around but I am finding it extremely difficult. I feel like my life is not my own. I've really got the hump big time, but I think I'll be alright once he's been and gone. I just want the work over and done with so I won't have to wait around for him anymore.