Things that fly past in the night.

Friday afternoon, and I’m fucked. um, exhausted, that is. Yea, Kuranda went well, two more to go: on the 17th & 24th. woohah. & I still have to do this dreaded Sunday thing. yech. I really would appreciate the ability to cancel it, but um, it’s a bit late for that now.

Enough about work.

Seriously. Don’t wanna think about it until I have to. Which will have to be Sunday. yech.

Yalumba Vintage Unwooded Chardonnay 2003, for anyone that wants to know what it is that I’m drinking right now. It suits me perfectly at the moment. I’ve not been sleeping well, and I’m hoping that the chardy (darling) will facilitate the process of pure & satisfying rest. Dreams have been wicked & wild, and even edging towards evil and more than slightly disturbing, and with mum being here, I haven’t had the chance to really relax when I’m not at work. Hence the fact that I re-inflicted myself with the flu that I had two weeks ago. I’m still coughing like I have emphysema, which is just a little disturbing to someone who is about to turn 29. Oh well, I’m sure I’ll get over it some time.

I have no idea what I’m going to eat tonight… There’s food here to be converted into a meal, but I’m stuffed if I feel like making it happen. I should call Kathryn & see what she’s up to for the night, seeing as I piked on last night’s dinner invitation. Steve’s working tonight, which is a shit, cause I’d love to go out & do something with him, as I know I won’t be able to for the rest of the weekend.

I’m still not in the mood to think about granddad. Perhaps later tonight, once the chardy has taken effect, or perhaps later this weekend, or simply, perhaps not.