Hey LJ! Nice to see you post my darliiiing.
Right, will post food after dinner but I must vent first.
So, went to the soup kitchen to volunteer tonight - Remember the little old, uber religious lady who roped me into writing this "book" with her? I did 4000 words before Christmas with her, spent hours and hours in a coffee shop with her in my spare time, went out for an incredibly awkward meal with her and Yank and then hinted that I was really busy and would have to see her in the New Year. So, show up tonight and we are being filmed for the BBC (the only bits they filmed with me were with a rottweiler getting it's face allllll up in my vag.) for a documentary about the homeless. I was on dog sitting duty so just look like crazy dog lady. Least hair looked banggggging. Anyway, the lady comes up to me straight away and is like "you look so tired, I'm going to pray for you" and I'm like "fuck yeah I'm tired Hil, I work 50 hour weeks and am doing University full-time as well as this shitting circus every Thursday" and she's like "I'm glad to hear you can still spend a few hours a week with me on the book" and I'm like....*blank, tired stare*
As I was leaving she said "I've got your number...shall I call..orrrr?" and I said "I'm really busy Hil, I'm sure we'll find time (WHY DID I SAY THIS) but we'll talk about it next week".
So then I was a massive coward and came home and called her at home knowing she's out still and left a message saying that University is super crazy at the moment and I can't commit to the coffee dates anymore but can still help her on a Thursday when I get to the soup kitchen (i'm there 1.5 hours early every week as I go straight from work). She is likely to be very unhappy. I do not like being mean. I feel very awkward. I am the worst.
End of vent.