Halfway through the penultimate episode of The Affair and I can't take it anymore. They're all arsehats, I don't care who killed Scotty, and I'm done. Switching to Agent Carter for a kick-ass, female role-model with actual, you know, morals and values.

Still on a massive decluttering kick... today it was the linen cupboard. Tomorrow, the study.

#ClearlyInNeedOfALife 

Going to bed at 9pm on a Friday because I'm THAT exhausted.

What a gripping life I do lead.*








* Bonus points if you can name the movie that quote is lifted from.

My acupuncturist is going on a year's sabbatical.

On the upside, it coincides with the return of my original acupuncturist who is finally returning to Australia after 18 months studying overseas.

The stack of books I have to read before trimester starts in two weeks is getting out of hand...

Also, this article expresses all my feelings about yesterday's Iowa caucus. 

An all-day team planning session at work when you got to bed at 2am? Not fun.

So, Grease Live was one of the best things I've seen in ages. So. Much. Fun.