I'm worried about Sam, he seems really down. Not surprising.
I'm also worried about Terry, but I think Terry can look after himself so I'm not as worried about him... I'l just keep going round every so often to keep him company (and watch star gate)
I'm worried abiut my friend even though she seems better. Screw it I'll call the poor girl Samntha from now on, even though it's not her actual name. She doesn't deserve to be called 'she' and h'er' all the time.
I'm worried about Him, mainly because I scared him (not entirely my fault, just a fairly huge misunderstanding and some argumentativeness on my part thrown in for good measure), but as Sam is also worried, that makes me even more worried, ans Sam never admits to being worried about anything or anyone...I know he DOES worry, just he always seems to appear laid back.
I'm worried about going for this new promotion at work and wonder if I'm doing the right thing.
I'm worried about trying for this counselling course
I'm worriedabout my eye op that's coming up fast again.
I'm worried about turning 30...I don't want to be thirty.
I'm slighly worried about Joey, cos I texted her a few times the last couple of days and she hasn't got back to me...of course that could be my phone and the messages haven't got through, and Joey is perfectly able to look after herself.
I'm worried about the morale and divide on my team at work.
I'm really worried about my Aunty.
I'm worried about my brother and Caroline, what with her expecting my first niece or nephew...Everything appears fine, they're having no problems or anything, but I'm still worrying.
I'm worryed that no matter how hard I try to save money there appears to be a bottomless hole in my bank account that pounds leak through and disappear.
I'm worried that my student loan deferral forms haven't arrived yet, I'm sure they're normally here by now.
I'm worried that I seem to have lost my creative sparkle, and have stopped writing yet again...the words don't seem to want to flow anymore.
I need to get some sleep but I don't know if my brain will let me...I can probably afford to get some nytols next week, and try to get back into a pattern. Pay day on monday...with any luck they might put the money in my account on saturday then I can drag Sam out and try to cheer him up, or at least try and take his mind off the impending cloud for a bit.
Must text Hab, haven't heard from the cheery chappie in a while...mental note to self...text Hab in the morning.
Now I need to get some sleep.

I hope my readers are all well and safe and healthy and stuff.

I love you all. (Especially Joey ;o) )