h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

It's a weird time, this one.

I ‘volunteered' to work for the National Folk Festival, rewriting some of their customer databases in the first instance. It's interesting work, it has some potentially nice kickbacks in free entry to the festival itself, and it's useful. All this makes me very happy to do it - I suspect I'll try to keep doing it even if I do manage to find some work: it's much more interesting than any of the paid jobs I've done lately! Monday after lunch is when I'm expected to turn up, and I'm looking forward to it.

People in general seem to be ‘turning away' from me, though. My friends seem unaccountably distant. No one is talking to me, except in superficialities. A friend of mine who has had an unfortunate run-in with somebody who likes to take saved bill-money from her house is completely mum - so shattered by the whole house violation thing that talking to me seems too much of an effort, maybe, or maybe she's written me off as another person simply not to be trusted. Some people even seem to be talking (or whispering) about me in my presence, which is disconcerting. I wouldn't mind so much if I actually knew what they were saying, but imagining is often worse than the actuality...

I still want to move house. One of my friends told me the other day that living in a house where you're not happy is just sad, and I suspect he's right. I can't really afford to move, though, even in spite of the help I'm likely to have from my parents and my friends. I can't get a place anywhere nearby for the same rent, let alone less, and extracting my bond for this place from the agents looks to be nearly an impossibility. I'm puzzled and depressed about this aspect of my life at the moment, and Saturdays are just a continual reading of classified advertisements - looking either for jobs or houses..

The weather's undecided. Can't make up its mind, seemingly, about whether it wants to be cloudy, sunny, overcast or raining.