I’ve got a night shift tonight, I did however clean the kitchen today. Although I stopped about 1600 after thinking “this is a fucking stupid thing to do you daft mare” – specifically cleaning when I was alreayd tired *before* doing a night shift. It’s not the work of a genius.
On the plus side I finally got my offical job offer through, I’m *Hoping* this will enable me to get a mortgage. I’m hoping. On the minus side I think I’ve pulled several hundred muscles and I ache in places that I didn’t even know I had places. My body wants to sleep in the worst way. I actually got take away tonight just because I couldn’t face attempting to cook.
In a way I hope it’s a quiet night, but in other ways I hope it’s the busyest night; no, actually I hope it’s a quiet night, and ideally that Angelina Jolie (or Milla Jojovich, I’m not picky) pop by and give me a nice long massage. Aye.
Still my hard work yesterday and today have lead to the house being much tidier. At the moment I can breathe too. I’ve discovered a slight problem with the video machine in the lounge though, it pauses on chapter changes. I have yet to work out why, but then my brain is but a pot of treacle at the moment, and moving thoughts around in it is somewhat solow.
At any rate, yeah, I’m awake and here. Just about. This week is international house hunting week. Or at least, Kate’s House Hunting Week. Wish me luck…
