Same, same. For obvious reasons. However, I kinda suspect that I do "shambles" in distinctly more shambolic stylee than the rest of y'all here. The handful of people who've visited around these parts could no doubt confirm this. Nothing like as bad as it was now but clean and tidy it still ain't. I blame the drugs. Actually I might blame the parents in this case cos my general recollections of family homes and gardens are of them mostly being in a far worse state than anywhere I've ever lived since and in strong competition for Ultimate Shitpit status. Didn't even have floors and walls and surfaces and stuff to keep clean. Barely had any of the former at all, in fact. Wasteland. I kinda suspect I'd've had more hygienic upbringing if I was borne into a crackhouse or summat. Then again, I'm fairly sure I'm immune from pretty much every viral or bacteriological hazard short of smallpox and ebola as a result. Swings/roundabouts as ever really.
And still no drugtest. Absolutely could no perform on cue so gonna have to be yet another week on bastard daily pickup. Although pharmacist just told me that my new script for next month is twice-weekly pick-p with no supervision which would be ideal. Starts on me birthday too so got me fingers crossed they went along with my half-joking suggestion that it'd be nice if they could throw me a b'day bone seeing as it seems to be their side that's preventing any real possibility of more immediate progress. Once can but hope, eh?