Christmas Shopping

I went Christmas shopping and ended up buying a present for myself: a digital radio. A long, stressful, tiring day. My Neighbour From Hell forced me to leave my flat. She was running, jumping, dropping heavy objects on the floor (Hello? You live in a flat. There's someone living below you.) Anxiety is twisting my stomach into knots. Hasn't she done enough? When will she be satisfied? Can we say: 'sociopathic personality disorder'?

*Pops another valium*