When the actress who plays the character you're dressed as for Hallowe'en sees a tweet of your outfit:

#SquadGoals

No, Mr-Sales-Assistant-At-Rebel-Sport, I'm not a hockey player. I just need some shin guards to use as gauntlets for my Quake costume for Hallowe'en, because Marvel has not yet released an official pair for me to buy.

Oh hai, Sydney. I see your airport taxi queues are still shiteful.

So much to do, so little time.

I'm having a total Alexander Hamilton moment.

A High Distinction for my Lit exam means High Distinctions overall for both my subject this trimester. Not too shabby when you consider I was travelling through Europe for 6 weeks and was therefore doing the bare minimum...

Gotta love my colleague who not only sat through a four hour drive back from Natimuk with me blaring the Hamilton cast recording, but also started singing along with the King George numbers before exclaiming "THIS would be the most fun role to play!".

Completely up-to-date with The Affair.

Also, completely traumatised.

WTF.

I mean,

W.

T.

A.

F.

Binge-watching something as intense as The Affair is ever-so-slightly traumatising. And probably not conducive to ever having any hope of a functional relationship.

Today, in a nutshell:

On the agenda for tomorrow:

NOTHING.

On the agenda for Saturday:

NOTHING.

On the agenda for Sunday:

NOTHING.


THIS IS AMAZING. 



No. Seriously. I know it sounds a little extreme, but the last time I had three days in a row where I wasn't actually required to do anything was early 2014.

Spent the day doing cross-cultural training with this lovely mob; which was alternately distressing and inspiring.

My workplace has established puppy therapy as a staff/student well-being activity.

I LOVE MY WORKPLACE.

Me, today.

At my own incompetence, mostly.

For the next little while, I'm channelling this book:

I think I can, I think I can... (make it to the end of the year without keeling over from overwork and exhaustion).

A 9 hour (yes, NINE) live reading of George Orwell's 1984 at Parliament House in Melbourne. What an epic day.

Networking with agents and casting directors is soooooo much more relaxed when you're promoting your nearly-graduated students instead of yourself.

Busy day prepping for our third year's agent's day performances tomorrow. So excited for them to strut their stuff!

When I was in Edinburgh in August, I went to a Book Festival event where a Jamaican guy read a chapter from his book about Bob Marley and I thought "hey that sounds like a good book, but I've still got 4 weeks left of travelling and it's too hefty to carry around with me, so I won't bother buying it and getting him to sign it, even though he's sitting in the booth right next to me drinking and would probably be totally down with signing it for me."

That guy?

He just won the Man Booker Prize.

I'm an idiot.

OK, OK, I get it universe. I need to slow down. Cut back. Stop saying yes and start saying no.

Exam DONE.

That was stressful.

Major time/life/work/balance rethink required...

I really have no idea what I'm writing about in this exam... I feel totally out of my depth.

Second time around at the Bowie Is exhibition at ACMI was just as brilliant as the first.

On a side note, I wonder if his verbasizer would help me actually write this frickin' essay?

What I SHOULD be doing right now is writing my final essay for my Lit subject.

What I AM doing right now is getting ready to head out to the Festival Hub to meet friends visiting from Sydney.

Doh.

Letting my lovely barista ply me with free Nutella donuts (because he's a sweetie and it's his cafe so he can do what he likes) is not going to help me lose this holiday weight anytime soon... 

OK so the bulk of *work* is done. Pity the same can't be said about my exam revision... 

This is going to be one of THOSE weeks that goes really fast, purely because I have SO MUCH TO FREAKIN DO, OH MY GOD CAN IT BE OVER ALREADY?

Essay submitted.

Now for the take-home exam.

Can we just fast forward to this time next week please when I'll be all done for the trimester?!

Really need to get this essay finished but feeling so tired that I feel sick. Ugh, ugh, ugh.

#3peat.

GO HAWKS.

Delicious dinner and catch up with an old mate in town for the grand final. Best way to start the weekend.

I have an essay deadline looming, but have zero motivation to complete it. 

Sod's law, huh?