If there's a word for beyond shattered, then I'm it right now.

At what point does my life get less fucking exhausting?

Ohhhhh, I get it. I totally get it.

She's one of THEM.

Right.

GTFO.

Sometimes, all it takes is a lengthy email from a concerned friend, with a helpful suggestion.

https://750words.com/ is my new jam and will hopefully help get me out of this funk I seem to be in. Thanks Kris! xx

As expected, actually, this made me a little teary... not least because there was no Alan and Emma.

Re-reading The Handmaid's Tale in preparation for one of next trimester's subjects. Legit terrifying given the times we're now living in. Best I don't start re-reading Nineteen Eighty-Four.

There's all kinds of trucks and machinery and diggers making noise outside my place right now (night track works), but I'm so wiped I could sleep through an avalanche. 

On reflection, the moment you said "I'll just bring her* over to you for the day so you can do handover because I have meetings"** is the moment I should have told you to go fuck yourself.



* The woman who got the new job that is taking over ALL of my current workload, leaving me effectively unemployed.
** You have meetings? You have no fucking idea what the job is more like.

Would really love to just take a week and do nothing.

Unfortunately given the change in work situation that's no longer an option, dammit.

2017 you really are going all out to be more of a shitstorm than 2016, aren't you? My heart goes out to those in Manchester.

Well, it's taken all day and we're right up to the wire here, but my assignment is DONE and my trimester is officially OVER.

Took some time out this morning to wander around Melbourne General Cemetery as part of Vanitas... pretty incredible experience. I have some really talented mates.

Been dicking around all day and haven't done a scrap of essay writing. Best I get down to it or I'll get into strife come Monday when it's due.

So utterly exhausted that I'm going to bed at 10pm even though I have an essay to write.

Technically, I have an essay due tomorrow.

Thank god for sympathetic lecturers willing to grant extensions.

When your bestie's livin the dream and you're super happy for her, but you're also living the nightmare...

Eating enchiladas and watching Tyler Henry Hollywood Medium is no way to write an essay on children's literature. #LifeFail 

Look I started the essay at least. And I've done all the reading. And I technically have until midnight Friday, so just lay off alright?!

(and maybe I'll take a sickie on Friday to smash it out)

I honestly don't know how people commute from Ballarat to Melbourne on a daily basis. It's fucking exhausting. Or maybe that's just because of what I have to deal with when I'm up there...

Spending the day brunching, shopping, Book of Mormon-ing and eating with one of the Radelaide besties was exactly what my poor, tortured brain and heart needed.

This week has been a shitshow and a half. 5pm can't come soon enough.

My acupuncturist is a miracle worker. I no longer feel the desire to tell the world to go fuck itself and jump off a cliff.

One thing. I'd just appreciate ONE FUCKING THING going right in my life for a change please.

Is that really too much to ask?

Oh I'm sorry, you're giving the job I've been doing for months to someone who doesn't even have experience in our industry? Well...

Waiting for news on my job interview got me like...

How is it already 8:30pm on Sunday? HOW?

After a long day's driving to/from Ballarat, study went out the window in favour of finishing my recently started binge-watch of The Crown.

Spending an hour or so cuddling a sleeping 4 week old baby was exactly what I needed today.

Job interview done and I think (hope!) done well. 

It's all out of my hands now in any case - no point stressing. 

An hour of listening to these two (hilarious) blokes was just what my stressed self needed. I'd totally forgotten that Armando Iannucci was also the creator of Alan Partridge... fucking genius.

Today I got to hang out with 6 border collies for a while as part of Mental Health & Wellbeing Day. Dogs really are the best therapy ever.

WHHHHHHYYYYYY do I always get my second wind at midnight, after a shitty night's sleep the night before, when I've got a full-on day ahead?