I am exhausted… still. At least it’s a late tomorrow.
I have no idea why I’m so tired (generally) – specifically it’s because I was up too late last night talking to James and Rochelle… (Toron’o… Toronto…). But it’s not just that. I’ve been tired. Really tired for days and days – and today I found out it’s not just me. The general exhaustedness seems to cover most of the people in Bath. I don’t want to be mean,m but quite frankly, it’s a relief that it’s not just me.
Another second Friday, so it’s been another Work Based Learning Day. I’m still not really getting on with this new WBLD facilitator. In fact I mostly feel like screaming after WBLD – and although today’s session was actually helpful and useful I still wish I’d’ve spent this morning doing the essay I should be doing now. Only, now, I’m shattered. I know I’ve only driven too and from Bath, but it’s just taken it out of me. Well, there wasn’t much in me to be honest.
One of the things I really want to do (as well) is sort out the house. The back room is a complete state, my bedroom’s a state too. It’s a common thing with me – post relationships (is it bad that I now have a kind of thing that happens post-relationships? What does that say about me and relationships?!) that I rearrange furniture. Tidy. Clean. I don’t entirely know why, it’s probably about control over my life.
Unfortunately, I can’t do this in this house – because my room is completely and entirely fixed. I mean, I could swap the wardrobe and the drawers over but it’d not get me anywhere. Well, actually, it might, and I’ve been thinking about it as part of something else – clearing out under my bed. I’m concerned about this allergy – I really don’t want to be taking tons of Anti-Histamines; yes, it works. But why in hell do I need it? So, plan is, maybe sort out some shelving at the end of the bed, move the stuff out from under my bed so I can clean under there and move the furniture round a bit. But this all takes energy and time. I’ve got this essay that I should be writing right now (I’ll meander downstairs and attack it again in a bit).
Oh, and I lost my bloody earing today. I’ve no idea when. This is an insane rate of loss. I’m hoping it’s going to be all entangled in my jumper hoodie which I stuffed in my bag earlier. Perhaps I should have a kip… No, probably not a good plan; I’ll just wake up grumpy and pissed off.
