For some reason I'm sitting here with a blanket over my knees instead of turning on the air conditioning, but other than that, it's a normal day.
I look up at my ego wall and consider straightening one of my certificates inside its frame, but for some reason I feel affection for its skewed mien.
This week is more and yet more working night shifts with barely any breaks off, but oh well, what the hell, at least I'm not flying into a mountain.
Have once again finally had enough of the neighbour and just been over to ask her to keep it down. Much better than sitting here getting wound up every time her voice penetrates through the three closed doors and brickwork in between. Bloody hell.
Feeling a bit more than slightly guilty at the moment as I'm about a month overdue on my letters to my Aunty, but I hereby vow to write one today and print it on my beautiful new printer. It's awesome.
This afternoon's plan, since I'm free from cooking dinner tonight, is to take t'yoong man out to Campbelltown, buy some batteries for his beautiful new walkie-talkies, some vegetables for all of us and maybe call in to JB Hi-Fi or Dick Smith and get a new toy. A composite AV cable for my iPad, a cordless keyboard, or something. And an iTunes card while I'm there. Maybe. We need food more than we need that and I'll have to check the bank balance first. And I doubt Mark Latham will be there this time, as he was when I bought the printer.
The reason I'm free from cooking dinner tonight is because somehow the boys missed the dinner on the stove yesterday and had sandwiches. I enjoyed it though, although I think I rather overloaded my bowl for work. I spent the rest of the evening walking around very upright because my stomach was so full. Hard life, not.
The creative writing course has finished, although I didn't attend the last class. Originally when I booked in I was working every second week before the class. Not too bad, I think. HA! It turned out to be every week. So on the final, faced with exhaustion and an overwhelming desire not to be looked at like I had two heads, I chickened out.
The previous week I fell asleep at my desk just before the class started (at least it wasn't in class), and the horrified looks were a bit off-putting. So it goes. Still worthwhile, and if I can get the rest of my life sorted I'll book in for another couple that I have my eye on.
Getting my life sorted means getting out of this horrible roster and getting some normality back. Reclaim my life from its ashes and so forth. Possibly attend some social functions. Without having to go to work afterward.
Bliss.
Not just for smack-heads.
