My interview/sign-on week is NEXT WEEK. NEXT WEEK, not THIS ONE.
I just wasted £3 and a trip into town because I'm a fucking moron. Hooray for me. Hoo-fucking-ray for me, the champion, the champion of being a fucking moron.
But at least I have toast and peaches for lunch! Toast and peaches! And marmalade and patum peperium, too. All I'd need is some steamed, salted edamame and it'd be the best lunch ever. I could eat a tonne of it and be replete and it'd be amazing. But I don't have a tonne of it, and I don't have any edamame. Sadface.
EDAMAME+++ phytoestrogens yesplz<3*
*I may or may not be hormonally experimenting on my body for entertainment. Uh. LOOK, HERBERT WEST ICON!