No time
I've not even had time to look at my friend's page! I'm so tired too, but I've had a chance to rest today working from home. Basically, this week I've been home after 10 every night during work and college. Basically, it's my typical busyness but coupled with my Dad going on holiday to the Philippines with his girlfriend I've been babysitting her 13 year old daughter in Feltham, this means 1.5 hour commute each way, waking up at 7 to make sure she gets to school and eats something before sorting out myself. I've not been home to cook so had to get lots of healthy ready meals. I'd definitely be a shit single mother - good thing I'm not planning that at all in the first place!
Monday was the Comic Relief kazoo concert at the Royal Albert hall with _faeriequeen, which was a lot of fun, although we must have sounded atrocious on radio 3! Tuesday was the last touches for the Iniva exhibition (oh yes, I've not mentioned have I? I'm putting on an exhibition in Shoreditch as part of a group next Tuesday. More details soon!) Wednesday was flat hunting - both disappointments - too small, crappy, and expensive. Got four more lined up and they all seem a lot better, got my profile all over the place too, arghargh. Thursday was seeing Frankenstein, produced by Danny Boyle, starring Benedict Cumberbatch and Johnny Lee Miller (oh god is that name wrong?!) and music by Underworld. Some of the writing lacked subtlety but overall it was great and Cumberbatch as the monster was MARVELLOUS. Could barely take my eyes off him!
Today, worked from home. But I had a sort of tiredness that pulled down at my limbs and make me feel thick headed. I've now been giving more responsibility at work - I don't mind - one of my co-workers was seriously, seriously struggling and if it means I avert a nervous breakdown I don't see it as a bad thing at all. But I have to lot of organise and build from scratch now, and if I manage it, then well, I rule.
Saturday I'm out alllll day again - final touches on the exhibition (although I don't know what I'll be really doing) and then two viewings. My Dad's away so I can't ask him for advice, but I need to make a decision as I'm rapidly coming to the end of the month and if I don't do something I'm stuck in that fucking flat resenting everyone in it.
All this, and I've been trying to fit Tom in my schedule. God I need to see him. I need his bear hugs and his unflappable belief in me that comes from nowhere. I may see him on Sunday, but Apple comes first and she might not come through.
Anyhow, don't know when my next post is coming from, but I'm so so tired. So glad my mental health is holding up or things would be pretty ugly right now! Actually, I know what's saving me - a decent shower and Dad's Jamaican white rum with diet ginger beer.
Monday was the Comic Relief kazoo concert at the Royal Albert hall with _faeriequeen, which was a lot of fun, although we must have sounded atrocious on radio 3! Tuesday was the last touches for the Iniva exhibition (oh yes, I've not mentioned have I? I'm putting on an exhibition in Shoreditch as part of a group next Tuesday. More details soon!) Wednesday was flat hunting - both disappointments - too small, crappy, and expensive. Got four more lined up and they all seem a lot better, got my profile all over the place too, arghargh. Thursday was seeing Frankenstein, produced by Danny Boyle, starring Benedict Cumberbatch and Johnny Lee Miller (oh god is that name wrong?!) and music by Underworld. Some of the writing lacked subtlety but overall it was great and Cumberbatch as the monster was MARVELLOUS. Could barely take my eyes off him!
Today, worked from home. But I had a sort of tiredness that pulled down at my limbs and make me feel thick headed. I've now been giving more responsibility at work - I don't mind - one of my co-workers was seriously, seriously struggling and if it means I avert a nervous breakdown I don't see it as a bad thing at all. But I have to lot of organise and build from scratch now, and if I manage it, then well, I rule.
Saturday I'm out alllll day again - final touches on the exhibition (although I don't know what I'll be really doing) and then two viewings. My Dad's away so I can't ask him for advice, but I need to make a decision as I'm rapidly coming to the end of the month and if I don't do something I'm stuck in that fucking flat resenting everyone in it.
All this, and I've been trying to fit Tom in my schedule. God I need to see him. I need his bear hugs and his unflappable belief in me that comes from nowhere. I may see him on Sunday, but Apple comes first and she might not come through.
Anyhow, don't know when my next post is coming from, but I'm so so tired. So glad my mental health is holding up or things would be pretty ugly right now! Actually, I know what's saving me - a decent shower and Dad's Jamaican white rum with diet ginger beer.