Barring a couple of bits of feedback, the damn acquittal I've been attempting to complete since December is DONE.

This weekend I will work.

I will finish those pesky to-do tasks that have been on the list for weeks.

I will finish at least one of the three novels I'm part-way through.



And I'm not starting anything new until I've crossed off the old.

What is it with me getting my second wind at 10.30pm at night? Too wired to sleep and have to be up at 6am.

Jeez.

Catching up with old friends over rubens and mac'n'cheese is the BEST.

Work 8.5 hours. Come home, work another 4 hours. How in the hell I'm going to fit in an extra 30 hours per week for study is baffling me right now.

Oh well. C'est la vie.

I was knackered at 6pm when I got home from work, so OF COURSE I'm now wide awake at midnight.

My body clock is whack. And not in a good way.

Oh, Parks and Rec. I do so love how you're giving every character a proper storyline wrap up for this last season. Even though I'm in denial that it's the last season and after 24 Feb there will be NO MORE LESLIE KNOPE.


*Cue tears and waffles and more tears*