It’s the last day of school holidays today and we are sitting around in our pyjamas. Which is par for the course unless we have somewhere to go, but don’t tell anyone, I think I’m ashamed I’ve passed this on to my kid. Sometime today we’ll have to do useful things, like getting organised for school tomorrow, which is far less work than it sounds, even if it does sound terribly important.
I spent yesterday pleasantly squiffed on gin and white wine (sequentially, not simultaneously) and have a far better head today than I expected. Waking up at four a.m. this morning (as I usually do) with one ear spinning was gross, but reading blogs and resolutely ignoring it did the trick. Some more sleep helped too.
At one stage I fell asleep while propped up reading - one advantage of working in the MOST UNCOMFORTABLE LAB IN THE WORLD is I can sleep in almost any position, although I seem to drool more these days.
The dream about the extraordinarily loud hand-held slide projector that sprouted a black plastic baby head cut that nap short, and a good thing too. The grinding noise was so loud I was afraid it would wake the house, but of course it didn’t because it was all a dream.
This is a very disjointed entry.
I was going to go on at length about marriage and motherhood not being definitions but rather priorities, but honestly, I can’t be bothered. I really did have it all planned out, but I’d rather just be silly. Or something.
Whatever.
I think I’m done for today. Maybe some more later. Tomorrow, unless of course I get a self-venting spleen tonight. See yerz.
