*sigh*
Well, after a 12 hour sleep, I feel marginally improved after the Week of Hell And No Sleep. Finally ate some real, decent food, and could go to bed without thinking about how many words I needed to write today. None, thankfully. Deadlines have been met, and some vague sense of order can be restored to life.
Must start with room: Requires tidying, cleaning and generally sorting.
Dance Society: Needs admin done and some attention paid to it. People need reminding to actually show up, please.
Job: Need to phone up people and see what the chances are here.
Revision: erm... yeah....
First I'm going to put some laundry in. I think the house is empty. That's sort of cool.
Am a wee bit concerned that the womb is being reluctant to keep to reasonable schedule, but am fairly sure it's just been all the stress and panic. Still... If things don't shift soon, doctors will have to be consulted. Lame.
And then obviously, there's the Boy somewhere around. Haven't seen him or spoken to him for a few days, and am not sure what's happening, but meh. If I get to see him this weekend or something, that would be very nice. :D
edit: SQUEE! The dancing god man called and gave me a job as his teaching assistant for his under-10s street classes, for 6 weeks, 3 classes a week, PAID! I'm so excited, I might cry. OH EM EFF JEE!!