This weekend again the tube is not working, so we are stuck. On top of that, Boyfriend didn't buy road tax disc (or something like that) and we can't drive the car anywhere. We are on-line all the time and playing. Maybe it's not some kind of a terrific weekend that shakes you to the core, but at least we are together. I'm planning to dust our Scrabble and to play this evening.
We have absolutely no plans for tomorrow. I would love to go somewhere - even if for one day - but it's wishful thinking. I still don't know what to do about the lack of job. I still don't know what I want to do in life. I have some ideas, but it's so early stages I have the feeling that I may change my mind again or that it will never happen. I'm afraid to dream.