Dazed and Confused

Someone or something somewhere has stolen the last 2 hours away from me. Now, in order for me to do everything i need to today, I need them back. Pronto.
I will remind myself of this 'thief' next time I scour the village looking for 'The perfect bacon butty'(that just isn't).

I work in the Art Dept. of a secondary school and have done for the past 17 months. I like my job and feel very lucky to be able to say that. I've had a good morning apart from having a hot cup of coffee spilt all over me by a rather small boy, desperate to get to the canteen before the 'sour-faced mare' behind it sold the last sausage on toast.
We still have a smoking room in work, for how much longer we don't know, living on borrowed time, in more ways than one. So there i was, enjoying my half-cup of coffee and my cigarette when in came another member of staff in floods of tears. This show of emotion is an everyday occurance and usually involves a kid with serious behavioural problems but this was nothing to do with another persons child, it was her own daughter causing her pain.
Her daughter has been mentally and physically abusing her for years. Last night she made a stand and called the police. By the time they got there her daughter had fled with her 27 yr old boyfriend (she's 15). She wrecks the house, her mother is covered in bruises and my stomach is sick at the thought of what that predicament must be like for her. She loves her daughter as i love my son and could never imagine having to choose between him and my sanity. Fortunately for me, at the moment they are one and the same.

Aaaghh! I'm a complete novice at this blogging lark and really wanted to see how it went before telling anyone I know about it. then the weekend descended upon me, bringing with it a litre of Smirnoff and 20 Benson & Hedges ( Yeah, you know who you are!). Anyway, to cut a long story short, there I was 'spilling the beans' and now i'm gutted because I could do without the critical eye of my journalist fiend...oops! sorry,'friend'. Nevermind I tell myself, if it was a drawing competition i'd win hands down. Sadly. It's not. Bastard!

What the hell am i doing here?
What the hell am i doing?
What the hell am i?
What the hell
What the..
What?