Been at home for a few days. Got back here last night. Five days was enough, seeing as Mum and I haven't spoken since Saturday afternoon (sample from altercation - Mother: "You're the saddest, most depressing and miserable person I know". Me: "Oh really? I know someone far worse.")
I'm at work this week. I asked one of the other guys who was doing his block of shifts first if he fancied alternating weeks instead, so I'm at work all week, but off the week after, etc. Will keep the money coming in at a steadier rate anyway.
On Saturday afternoon I found out that the refurbishment of the hall starts today. When I got back last night I had to empty out all my chests of drawers (of which I have 4) and wardrobe and push the furniture into the hallway. Rather than pack the rest of my stuff into bin liners at least, I just dumped it. I am quite literally living on the floor at the moment. This IS a squat. The only piece of furniture left is the desk with the impossible-to-move fish tank on it. I haven't figured out what to do with that yet. They want to replace my carpet so I'll have to think quickly. They want me to move out all together into another hall while they do it but I have said all but "Fuck off!" to that. All crap is going into cupboards in the corridor and I'll move into a completed student room when they want to do my room. I should probably tell them my plans.
I had very little sleep last night. I nodded off about half 1, then woke at 3ish to the sounds of blokes wandering around the grounds again, underneath my window. Only this time, they weren't drunk lads just having a look around on the way home from the pub like normally happens, these were blokes trying the doors and windows. Went on for about half an hour. I felt like opening the window and explaining to them that if they looked properly they'd see that the hall is currently unoccupied and even if they did manage to break in, and then get in a room, they'd find it completely empty. Except, I didn't want them to know I was there. Slight quandry. They wouldn't get in - it takes me long enough even with keys. No point calling the police for such things, they wouldn't get here in time going on past experience. If they turn up again tonight I'll call security out.
Then about half 4 two cats started scrapping which set off the crows which set off the ducks near the dyke. Another twenty minutes.
Woke up at 7am. Bad stomach.
Been up since then. At work at 1pm. My eyes hurt.
No sign of the builders.
