Work today was not very busy but I managed to be kept occupied either by customers buying something from me or by the numerous complaints that came in today; it seems that everyone's machines have suddenly broken in the last few days. Other than this I bought a TV stand for a penny. I think one thing that really lightened the day was the music; Marina and the Diamonds' album was playing on a constant loop all day. It is a rare time that I was able to listen to the same songs many times in a day without getting sick of them. I have now decided to learn to play "I am not a robot" on piano.
I am extremely nervous about tomorrow; I've finally reached the top of the waiting list for a specialist psychiatrist which I am obviously pleased about; hopefully he/she'll be able to figure out what's causing the panic attacks and such that are bugging me to say the least. The downside that makes me nervous is that I have to go to New Craigs Hospital to see them; I have been there once, very briefly, and it is a horrible place, both in terms of what it signifies (being referred to a mental hospital is a little perturbing), and the fact that it is such a harsh, cold, grey building to be inside. Luckily today went well so my fears about tomorrow were quelled for most of the day.
Lastly I would like to have a rant. I haven't done so for a while and it seems necessary. Walking to work this morning I witnessed three people spitting onto the pavement. Why do people think this is acceptable? It is surely in the same vein as walking down the high street, suddenly answering a call of nature by urinating in plain view of everyone. It's vulgar and inexcusable; those who do so are in fact subhuman, apparently failing to have evolved to the standards of modern civilisation, and each globule of mucus that is cast to the ground is a bitter reminder of this fact.
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