The girl I hired to replace me is good ... so good I am done.

Sitting with my feet on the desk counting down the minutes until tomorrow at 4.30pm (1,640ish).

Went to an open AA meeting last night and was hugged by a guy who killed someone while smashed out of his head about 12 years ago. I admire that he is able to openly tell of his conviction and the effects his actions had on people (victims family and his own). He hasn't touched a drop since that day. I wanted to punch him.

In other news - I ate a big fuck off piece of cheesecake earlier and didn't notice for about 20 minutes that a huge chunk of it was hanging out on my left breast. I mean HUGE !!!!

Until ...

I live where no-one knows me.

Where I can walk down the street I live on without people avoiding me on purpose.

Where no-one will pat my arm gently and ask if I am ok.

Yes.

Moving to London may be just what I need.