I think I'm going to be taking a bit of time off of work, again.

...Alright, not think. I'm just going to and suffer the consequence. Which'll be entirely worth it.

I've got to stay late at work again today, and they've decided they want me to work this weekend as well.

Bill, I don't want to blame this on you.. but it's partially your bloody fault.

Not that I don't enjoy working, but it's right inconvenient. And they're apparantly cutting my breaks short as well because I'm already being shouted at.

All Bill's doing is sleeping but I can't stop looking at him. I'd rather he be sleeping in my bed for starters, but ah, fuck.

This is absolutely mad. I'm going to be late for work and anyways, wouldn't I rather see him when he's awake?

Even though when he's awake there's so much bloody tension it doesn't even fit in my flat. Truth be told, my flat's not all that big, but it's Bill. There's not even supposed to be tension. Shouldn't be awkward.

He's. I don't. Neither of us are making any sort of-
I can't figure out what he's thinking.

And now, I'm actually late for work.

Can't bloody believe i'm out. Out! Theres aboslutely no vodka left. None. and i'm still able to talk, which is a problem. Though the floors kind off. Its. Why's?

I can't really stand up.

My mates were here! Don't know where theyve gone and I have a feeling they took the last of the cheap shite and my lighter becauseI can't sodding find it, but tomorrow I will! After I get some sleep. If I can. Sleep. That is.

Haven't, really. Gotten any sleep. And my mates wanted to know why, and they seemed utterly convinced about.. I can't remember. but they were wrong. But you know what i'd really bloody appreciate? If someone could make the room stop spinning. So I could, y'know, stand up.

Bill,

I'm absolutely flummoxed by it, but everyone's perfectly fine with me taking some time off. Apparently i'm not quite as needed as I thought.

I'm packing up tonight and I'll be there Saturday, but i've got to go visit the inquisition, better known as Mum, first. After that, you get me all to yourself.

Oh, and Bill? Don't be a tosser and try and set me up with anyone. Mum's already been asking when i'm going to bring home a nice Romanian girl. She wasn't too amused when I asked if she could point me in the direction of a few.

-Charlie

So, I went and got one of these journals. Heard it was a good way to keep in contact with people, and what with being so far away from the rest of my family, I thought it might be reasonably useful. Maybe not the best idea i've ever had, but we'll see.

The blokes want to go out for a drink tonight, and I'm tempted to join in, but last week's night out turned into an awkward next morning and there's been too many of those lately. Oliver seemed to think that I had no other option but to come.

Though, I have to wonder if that's the point they're trying to make, or at least that I should get out more, which isn't true. And anyways, even if it is, meeting someone after I've had more than my fair share of pints isn't my preferredway of going about it.

Mum sent a letter earlier this week, still haven't written her back. Wants me to come visit, but I don't know when I'll get the chance. We've just started raising Longhorn's and they're at that stage where if you leave them alone for one bloody second, when you finally decide to come back, they don't like you nearly as much.