October writing challenge for 750words.com completed.

Biting off more than I can chew, AGAIN.

When will I learn?!

10pm and I've STILL not done any study.

Hopeless.

Have not left the house all day - not even to put the rubbish out. Shocking.

Still. Got a little bit of reading done. And suffered through several long phone conversations with LB, who is going backwards at a rate of knots.

Bloody funny film this one... not nearly enough Jason Isaacs, who stole the show, but still. Bloody funny.

Exhausted after yet another round-trip to Ballarat. At least I got a few things sorted. My shoulder though... ugh.  All I want to do is sleep for the next month.

So nice to be back doing a subject that has a weekly 'virtual classroom'. It's a little hour out of each week where I feel like I'm actually using my brain...

I hate Centrelink.

I hate bureaucracy.

I hate having to be the one that has to deal with all this shit.

I think I must sound waaaaay more stressed than I feel because everyone today keeps asking me if I'm ok. 

Which I am. I mean, I would rather not have to deal with parenting my parent and just go and sit on a beach reading books for a month, but I'm fine.

Really.

So many things I was supposed to do today but honestly, IDGAF. All I want to do is be a hermit.

ANOTHER fall... this time it's a broken arm.

Honest to god, my mother is doing her goddamned best to shorten MY life expectancy via stress.

One of my co-workers started cleaning her desk... before you know it, we were ALL cleaning. Then I discovered the Dymo labeling machine.

OCD much?

HDs for BOTH my subjects, and a score of 91% for the essay where I manage to equate politics in Hollywood using Hunger Games as a reference point to the evil of the current Trump administration. Who'd've thought comparing Donald Sutherland's character to Mike Pence would score so highly?!

Me all this week... and it's only Wednesday.

Well. And. Truly. Over. It. Today.

Just scraped in an HD for my overall mark for Fantasy Literature.

What an awesome way to spend my Sunday afternoon/evening. Even got to meet and take a selfie with one of my favourite writers!

When you're volunteering at your ma's retirement village open day and there's a BBQ going just across from where you're standing, it's totally acceptable to eat ALL the sausages, right?!?

Finally got the 'no pet clause' lifted from my lease agreement (the least they could bloody do seeing as they're upping my rent AGAIN).

Now the question is do I just foster for a bit or do I go the whole hog and get me a Westie?

My new workplace does good functions, that's for sure. 

#allthecanapes #allthewine #allthefreebies

I really do love my new workplace. Never would've thought I'd have the opportunity to listen to, ask questions of, and then engage in a one-on-one discussion on the current state of politics in America with the man who headed up Obama's 2008 and 2012 campaigns in Nevada.

My Hickies arrived today.

I really am a total geek, aren't I???*






* That question is rhetorical. I am well aware of how geeky I am thank you very much.

Me every damn time I have to speak to my mother nowadays...

Most beautiful show I've seen in a long time.

Up at sparrows, did two loads of laundry, took breakfast over to the G-K's and met their adorable three-week-old, dropped the car off to get cleaned, WENT TO THE GYM*, picked up the car, bought some chiyogami paper, came home, painted two chests of drawers whilst listening to HRC's audiobook, wrote my 750 words, read a huge chunk of a novel I need to read for next trimester, called my mother, hoovered the house, about to be in bed by 10.30pm.

I don't even recognise myself.




* This is the bit I find most shocking.

Random burst of energy this evening has had me starting the painting job I was planning to get started on tomorrow.

I'm contemplating going to the gym with the spare time this will create tomorrow.

WHO AM I AND WHAT HAVE I DONE WITH MYSELF?!?

It's not to early to go to bed, is it?

Like, I'm not a lame old lady by putting my pajamas on the second I walk in the door, am I?



THE ANSWER TO BOTH OF THESE QUESTIONS IS 'YES' BUT I REALLY DON'T GIVE A RAT'S. 

Got my gym program done tonight. She's got me doing weights with the bros upstairs who like to lounge around on the machines looking tough.

NOT ON MY WATCH, BROS. If I see you sitting there on that machine talking on your phone between reps, you'd best watch me kick your ass outta there. This bitch is on a SCHEDULE.

Farewell Tom Petty, staple of my teen years and oft-revisited throughout my adulthood.

My uncle just told me I have 'the patience of Job' when it comes to dealing with my mother's antics.

I beg to differ.

SHE. IS. DRIVING. ME. BONKERS.

Yes, I am a terrible daughter. This is also why I am not a mother.

Slept in, got some work done whilst listening to Hillary's audiobook, then trawled the house for things to chuck out for the bi-annual hard rubbish collection. Just a lazy Sunday.