10.30pm already and I've done fuck all study or other work I intended to do tonight. Ugh.

Also, can this cool change/epic thunderstorm just come already?! I'm schvitzing.

Managed to make it home just in time for the last half of my online class... I really am putting in the bare minimum with this unit. Not good.

Pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to put some of the techniques outlined in Lifehack Bootcamp's F.A.S.T. program into effect.

I managed to actually get some shit done today for a change.

I can't be the only person in the world who gets abnormally excited when their diary for the next year finally arrives in the post, can I?!

Almost 11pm and I've STILL not done a scrap of study today.

ALL THE FACE PALM EMOJIS.

Another VERY long day up in Ballarat. Can I crawl into a hole now and stay there until after Christmas please?

Fully expected that I would need to consign my old telly to the next council clean up... on a whim put it up on Gumtree and scored $150 for it tonight. 

That covers last night's Gap shopping spree (and then some).

Another crazy busy work day, followed by a detour home via Gap and their closing down 50%-70% off sale.

Two more dresses purchased. 

🤷🏻‍♀️

Well this has been a crazy ass day from hell. Didn't leave work until almost 8pm and even then I could've easily stayed for another hour or three.

Now, do I have the energy to do some studying or should I just call it a wash and go to bed?

Something that's been bothering me for a while... no one says thank you anymore. Like, really. It's that fucking difficult to send a text or email or pick up a phone when someone does something nice for you? Like I know that's not the point of doing something nice for someone but still, sometimes I wonder why I even fucking bother.

Really need to get my shit together. So much time wasting going on right now because everything is so overwhelming...

So I managed to do laundry today.

That's an achievement.

House is still a disaster. All of LB's paperwork is still piled up in the study waiting to be sorted. All my readings for uni are sitting on the desk waiting to be read. LB's still in hospital and may have to have major surgery tomorrow.

But hey, I got to be up the front at the Take That concert on Friday so life is still pretty fucking awesome.

So of course the morning after one of the greatest concerts of my life, I am brought crashing back to earth by the news that LB has been rushed back to hospital.

BECAUSE APPARENTLY THAT'S HOW LIFE WORKS IN 2017.

So, ummmm... Britney's sister-in-law was sitting down the front at Take That in Sydney. The two seats next to her were empty, so she came and moved Sarah and I down to sit with her.

Row C. Dead centre. Closest I've ever been at a concert (that I wasn't working at).

Needless to say, I well and truly lost my mind.

I am forever in her debt.

I really didn't need a new pair of shoes, but I really did. Oh well. It's only money, right?

Probably some of the shittiest seats I've ever had a concert (that I paid for), but Take That are awesome from any angle.

Plus I get to go again on Friday night - WINNING!

Super excited for tomorrow when I see Take That (for the second time ever, but the first time on Australian soil and the first time this week because I'm going again in Sydney on Friday because a mate bought me a ticket to see it with her and also why the hell not).

Some days you wake up only to discover that what you really need to do instead of putting on a brave face and going to work is stay home, sleep a bit longer and then desperately try and get your shit together so you don't feel like a complete failure in the life/good daughter stakes.

Unit emptied and cleaned. ✔
LB's stuff moved to her new place. ✔
Things unpacked at my house ...

Ummmmm... my house *may* look like a disaster zone for a while yet. Busy week ahead.

Thank whatever-higher-power (because I don't believe in god) is out there for my LB's cousins/my godparents (yeah, I know that makes no sense).

They have been absolute champions in helping with LB over the last 18 months. If it weren't for them I would be curled up in a fetal position on the floor sucking my thumb.

Parenting an elderly, mentally ill parent is a fucking nightmare and anyone who says otherwise is delusional.

Oh of COURSE I get insomnia. When we have a huge day of packing up LB's unit and moving stuff to my house and moving her into full-time care and I need all the rest I can get.

Brilliant. Thanks, overtaxed brain.

Refer yesterday's post...

It's GOT to get better at some point, right?

Me. All day, every day..

Bet $27.

Won $31.

Came out $4 in front. Better than a slap in the face with a wet fish.

Honestly, some days I reckon I'll go before her, with the amount of stress she's causing me.

Parenting your parent is the absolute WORST and hats off to anyone who has the misfortune of being in this situation.

Binge-watching Stranger Things... Matthew Modine is CREEPY AF.

Finally watching Stranger Things.

OMG.

WHY DID I WAIT SO LONG?!?!

An unexpected visit from the SFAM and dinner with the GBF has readied me for the stress of tomorrow.

Hijacked from working tonight with phone calls from mates... but that's ok because it's nice to catch up with them all.

Another late night... but at least it was doing something productive for a bit of extra cash... which will pay for the new living room rug.