Tired little vegan
Well, I don't think the latter has any effect on the former. But still, I am shattered. Work rumbles on, pink, busy, bit disheartening. Though I think I have found some decent roles to apply for, it's just so hard some days, commute, work, commute, run (sometimes anyway) make food, then at around eight thirty turn on the computer for job hunting.
I know it's what needs to be done, but why does it have to feel so hard?! Basically I need to win the lottery. I'm bad breeding stock, so that's out of the question, can't stay chained to the big pink grind stone much longer, so big lottery win, that's the way forward.
So, speaking of breeding, my brilliant best buddy Bev (alliteration. Boom!) had her baby a few weeks ago, so last weekend, hutto & I took the train Homeham to meet her. She's lovely (of course, she's the issue of BBBBev) and because she's still only tiny, pretty quiet. Except at night, or if bathed. So that was, well, lovely, special and a tiny bit a weird. Suddenly, here's this tiny new person, all full of life and potential. Plus she looks adorable in a onsie. I did harbour a tiny niggle of worry that meeting baby might suddenly ignite crazy baby hormones in me. But even when she was being held by Hutton, no maternal longings.
I guess an alternative to the lottery win might be some sort of apocalypse? I'm enjoying a running app called Zombies! Run! And whilst I'd probably not survive the fall of humanity, but, should I, then I'd not have to worry about my job, buying a house, being a grown up, get furious at our awful government. All I'd have to concentrate on would be not getting my face torn off by a member of the shuffling undead. Which some days really seems like a good swap.
Got a new tattoo. Alas, it's decided not too take properly and it's come out very faded. So will be back to the parlour for a touch up. Somehow it still feels like a failure on my part!
But tomorrow brings Friday. Phew.