Brutha and I were big ol' nerds this afternoon and went to play with the Avengers.

His girlfriend wisely took up residence at a nearby bar with one of her old mates and spent the afternoon drinking.

As a non-religious person, I like to spend my Good Friday cleaning, doing laundry, studying and doing some reading for fun.

Working until 7pm every night this week is not my idea of fun but at least there's a 5 day weekend ahead.

Also, people were legit fighting over Easter eggs in the supermarket tonight like the rapture was upon us.

People are idiots, to paraphrase Hermione Granger.

So it turns out I'm no better at doing this in the morning than I am doing it in the evening.

Oh well. If it becomes sporadic it becomes sporadic. I've worked 8am - 7pm every day this week and I have very few fucks left to give.

Ava DuVernay, you made magic.

A Wrinkle in Time was so much more than my 10 year old self dreamed it would be. The reviews may not be great, but I don't care. I loved it. And that Hamilton reference was lit.

New technique: day one.

If I do this in the morning, then I can't really write accurately about the day because it hasn't happened yet, so I guess I'll have to write about yesterday? Trouble is, I have trouble remembering if I've brushed my teeth, let alone having an accurate recall of yesterday's events, so....

Anyway.

Yesterday I cleaned out my wardrobe and sorted stuff out for the hard rubbish collection.

I LOVE HARD RUBBISH COLLECTIONS. I love chucking shit out. I'm like the anti-hoarder.

Yeah, so I'm turning out to be pretty shit at keeping up with this. Working 40 hours a week, studying 20 hours a week, dealing with LB, trying (and failing) to have a social life... sometimes even the smallest of things have to give. Maybe I'll start incorporating this into my morning writing routine... that might be a better way of keeping up with it. Let's see what happens.

Actually left work at 6pm. Still have a crapload of work to do over the next week, but sometimes, you've just got to say 'enough'.

It's not even the end of March and already I've had strep and a cold. This is ridiculous.

Who knew that rubbing essential oils on the bottom of your feet would help you sleep better? Had the best night's sleep I've had in months last night.

Therapy dogs and essential oils is how I got myself through a stressful day - how 'bout you?

Nothing like a last minute change of plans requiring a quick dash home after work to pack a bag and drive to Ballarat so you can be up at 6am in the morning to take your mother for cataract surgery... thank god for my lovely cousin and her spare room.

Sometimes I wish I could escape into a bubble where no one could bug me and I could ACTUALLY GET SOME FUCKING WORK DONE.

(I think I need to have an early night. I'm still poorly.)

I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.*


* Except I think I might be.

Literally just walked in the door from work.

Ouch.

So it seems that between 22 Feb and today I've been somewhat slack here. I'm not even going to attempt to make up for it and do a backlog - I'm just going to start fresh tomorrow with the new blog app for my iPhone that I've just discovered.

After 6 and a bit years of writing EVERY. DAMN. DAY I think I can cut myself a bit of slack here.