I do not feel good about my current life situation. Actually I feel pretty shit about it. The current situation is that I am 23, unemployed and living with my parents. Not the life I had envisioned for myself. Actually I think it’s a pretty good sign that somewhere along the line I have messed things up.

I want to move out. I’ve got my eye on a flat in Aberdeen (where I went to uni) but the idea of living alone scares me quite a bit. Sometimes it seems like it would actually be really cool and other times I think I’d hate it. The thought of only myself for company a lot of the time is daunting.

I am considering (have started applying for) a masters but that wouldn’t start til September and the next 7 months feel like this great big empty chasm.

I applied for a job at my local ASDA, and unsurprisingly, didn’t get it, but it would have meant starting work at 5am so maybe I dodged a bullet.

Book wise, I hit 60,000 words the other day, but I can’t figure out how to end it. The original ending, once I had written it, didn’t seem right so I’ve carried on. I have some notion of how I would like it to end, in terms of how I want it to feel, but that’s easier said than done.

A friend has got me really into Dr Who and we’re thinking we might write a musical about it featuring the music of an online musician. As a result of my new Dr Who obsession, I’m also watching, for the billionth time, The Sarah Jane Adventures. I will probably always love it, and if I ever get to be a cool auntie I am absolutely introducing the kids to Sarah Jane and Elisabeth Sladen.

That’s my update. I am tired, anxious and regressing.