I disappear and then *REAPPEAR*

Or at least I'm attempting to make a reappearance. I've just spent the last 12 hours at work (making coffee again)... I'm sitting in my bedroom in my new flat in the centre of town having eaten an decidedly average kebab in record time. I am tired and fragile and am waiting for my aprons to finish washing so I can whack them in the dryer, so that I have clean aprons tomorrow. This is about the extent of my life. Oh, and the bit where my (now ex) fiance bails on me. Neato. I'm not feeling sorry for myself.