The Weekend...almost

Tonight will be spent with Samson, most likely chilling out, maybe watching a film or some Quantum Leap (our viewing rate has slowed somewhat, partly of late to me ‘losing’ the disc we were on, only to find it a few weeks later in my actual DVD player). I really look forward to weekends now. I suppose I always did, mostly for the fact that I didn’t have to go to work, but I do even more so now, knowing I can spend time with Samson. I feel at home with him and really enjoy his company.

I have a therapy session tomorrow which I can’t afford to pay for. It’s a good job I brought up the topic of my problems with money management (that apparently signify a deeper-rooted problem that probably stems from a particular situation or experience) in my last session, because maybe this means that Mary will be more sympathetic about my lack of sufficient funds to pay for her services. Samson has been great and has lent me the money on a few occasions, even when I’ve said I would just cancel. He reminds me that it’s important I do go and is happy to help. He will probably be willing to do the same for tomorrow, but I don’t think I’ve even paid him back for the last two I went to as yet, so I don’t feel good borrowing more.

In the afternoon I will be heading home to drop off my stuff (and undoubtedly pick up more stuff), meet Big Sis and then head off with her to see the ‘rents – the first time I will have done so since the a week or so into January. We are going to stay the night on Saturday, then take Mum out for a treat lunch on Sunday (again something which I can’t afford). I’m actually really looking forward to seeing them and spending time with them.

It's nearly hometime now and therefore officially the start of the weekend. We just had a fire alarm and had to evacuate the building. That really kills the little motivation I had left, if any, to come back to the office, especially at 5pm, but at least I will soon be out of here. Annoyingly, I seem to now be in a slightly grumpy mood and that's never a good way to be on a Friday night. I'd like to blame my depression, but to be honest, I think I'm just a moody bitch. Temporal, like the weather. Come on, 5.30!