Systematically fucking self over
Had a lovely couple of days, which will be detailed when i can do them justice. In a karmic sort of way, currently working like bitch.
Got in at 1am Monday morning. Got up 6am Monday morning. Eat beans (no other protein). 1h30 commute to Hampton Court. Go to wrong place accidentally, redirect to down the road. Get in late, flustered. Fed coffee, sit around for an hour and a half waiting for people to turn up. Take notes. More coffee. No food. More waiting. More notes. No food. 8 hours since last food: make raid on stale sandwiches. Eat two triangles. More notes. Enter bizarre half dozing hungry sleep state. Head all fuzzy, dipping in an out of consciousness. Fingers keep working. Ear to finger wiring, brain dedicated to bobbing up and down. Continue typing anyway. Wake up in time to regain control of fingers and not miss any of the dialogue (hopefully). Am released for chattelhood. Hunt food.
Find cheese baguette, throw most of it down self due to lack of motorskills, to audience of small child staring solemnly at my failure. Trek back hour and a half (currently up for 12 hours). Get to London. Eat Kinder Bueno (dead good - new habit from work. Guh.). Get to house. Fall over.
sleep: cook roast dinner (surprisingly well). do corrections., submit work. take more late night overnight work to earn money. no sleepy.
waste time when should be typing chewing the fat on msn with people i don't talk to enough. hands starting to cramp. 2.32 am: further 40 mins typing to do. should be abed by 3.30. Up for 21 hours, something like that?
tomorrow: make jewellery, love kittens, draw cartoons, draw draw draw. do nothing involving typing starving or public trasnport marathons.
oh my muscles are sore from being a canal boat pulling horse also.
Got in at 1am Monday morning. Got up 6am Monday morning. Eat beans (no other protein). 1h30 commute to Hampton Court. Go to wrong place accidentally, redirect to down the road. Get in late, flustered. Fed coffee, sit around for an hour and a half waiting for people to turn up. Take notes. More coffee. No food. More waiting. More notes. No food. 8 hours since last food: make raid on stale sandwiches. Eat two triangles. More notes. Enter bizarre half dozing hungry sleep state. Head all fuzzy, dipping in an out of consciousness. Fingers keep working. Ear to finger wiring, brain dedicated to bobbing up and down. Continue typing anyway. Wake up in time to regain control of fingers and not miss any of the dialogue (hopefully). Am released for chattelhood. Hunt food.
Find cheese baguette, throw most of it down self due to lack of motorskills, to audience of small child staring solemnly at my failure. Trek back hour and a half (currently up for 12 hours). Get to London. Eat Kinder Bueno (dead good - new habit from work. Guh.). Get to house. Fall over.
sleep: cook roast dinner (surprisingly well). do corrections., submit work. take more late night overnight work to earn money. no sleepy.
waste time when should be typing chewing the fat on msn with people i don't talk to enough. hands starting to cramp. 2.32 am: further 40 mins typing to do. should be abed by 3.30. Up for 21 hours, something like that?
tomorrow: make jewellery, love kittens, draw cartoons, draw draw draw. do nothing involving typing starving or public trasnport marathons.
oh my muscles are sore from being a canal boat pulling horse also.