stolen colours

Plastic Tree’s Utsusemi has finally arrived at my home; to my dismay, they gave me a SMAP poster instead of a Plastic Tree poster! *dies* And had the gall to label the poster “No. 129 Plastic Tree”.

And Ryuuatarou carries a black brolly in a live performance of Ame ni utaeba. Am wondering which concert this is from.

I’ve been rather labile and teary the past week. Still am. I don’t really know why, because my hours are the best they’ve ever been, my calls haven’t been as horrific as what others have experienced, my colleagues aren’t nasty people, the staff in my ward are excellent people, and I have music in my car. I’m currently very anxious about changing departments tomorrow because I have no idea what I’m covering or how things are done (am not going to be ward-based any longer!); and because the next department is much busier and more anal. Anxiety with depressive symptoms? Dysthymic disorder with anxiety symptoms? Or just utter lack of grit? I’ve been wondering whether I chose the right field; and whether I’d be equally unhappy no matter what I do because work is … work.Was on call yesterday; it totally made my day when WL bought breakfast to the ward for us. And today, when I was deserted by my family (right, some communication breakdown that was partially my fault), that was the last straw.

And argh, I’m suffering from contact dermatitis due to the overwhelmingly acrid Hopirub that’s ubiquitous in the hospital.