Oh, I think I'm Going out of My Head...

Over you, over you
I want you to want me
I need you so badly
I can't think of anything but you

And I think I'm goin' out of my head
'Cause I can't explain the tears that I shed
Over you, over you
I see you each morning
But you just walk past me
You don't even know that I exist

Goin' out of my head over you
Out of my head over you
Out of my head, day and night
Night and day and night, wrong or right

I must think of a way into your heart
There's no reason why my being shy should keep us apart
And I think I'm goin' out of my head
Yes, I think I'm goin' out of my head

Goin' out of my head over you
Out of my head over you
Out of my head, day and night
Night and day and night
Wrong or right
Night and day and oh

Out of my head over you
Night and day and night
Wrong or right
Goin' out of my head, hey baby
Out of my head, goin' out of my head
Yeah yeah yeah, ooh ooh, baby
Over you, out of my head

Well, I, I think, I think, I think
I'm goin' out of my head
Well, I, I think, I think, I think
I'm goin' out of my head
Well, I, I think, I think, I think
I'm goin' out of my head
Well, I, I think, I think, I think
I'm goin' out of my head
Well, I, I think, I think, I think
I'm goin' out of my head
Well, I, I think, I think, I think
I'm goin' out of my head

Out of my head
Out of my head

I see you each morning
You just walk past me
You don't even know that I exist

Goin' out of my head over you
Out of my head over you
Out of my head
Day and night
Night and day and night
Wrong or right
Goin' out of my head
Goin' out of my head
Day and night
Goin' out of my head, ooh baby

This song is destined to become my mantra at the moment.

I received a phone call from Homeswest - sorry, the Housing Authority (what a beige name) - during the morning. Michael had just gone out the door to see the shire when the sticky brown stuff  hit the propellors of the cooling implement. Then, it was on for young and old.

The Housing Authority, bless their cotton socks, had an accommodation offer for Alex. He signed a new six-month lease agreement on his current private rental three weeks ago. He has been on the Wait List for seven years and seven months and on the Priority (no, it's not a wait list, apparently) List for two years and seven months. And after begging the powers that be if there were any accommodation offers three weeks ago, they have suddenly found a suitable property. They also insisted they had sent Alex a letter informing him of this glorious occasion. Which he hasn't received yet.

And after repeatedly asking them to contact me first, the young lady admitted she had called Alex before me. Which was why she was now ringing me because she had talked to Alex first. The mind boggles.

I was promised, again, they would use me as the primary contact for Alex. Now onto the particulars of the property. Sorry, they couldn't tell me anything, not even the suburb. By this time, I was a tad agitated. And of course, when his lease expires in May, the Housing Authority may not have a property for him...

So we are caught between the ever-present rock and the hard place. If Alex views the Housing Authority property and likes it, he has to break his private lease. Then he would be responsible for the costs of ALL the real estate agency's advertising, photos and other expenses, including ongoing rent. And then we will go through this whole fiasco in May. And he isn't allowed to sub-let - all procedures have to go through the real estate agency...

Ye Gods, somebody help me. PLEASE.

I repeat, not happy Jan...

you lot are about as useful as tits on a bull...

and you couldn't organise a piss-up in a brewery...

and this is the nicest noun I could use...

and this is why I am on anti-depressants and anti-anxiety medication!