I’m writing this just before turning in for the night. I’m shattered, been working hard all day. It’s a new month so it’s time to start working once more. I spent last month with my head up my arse as far as work is concerned. I barely got anything done, what with the drama of reclaiming my life. Work suffered, I admit, but as a guy I can’t be expected to multi-task like a bird would. Now it’s February and it’s time to kick it up a gear. I need the money if I want to get to Australia in September.
I’ve had a friend over tonight as I’m helping him put a website together for his wedding. After a long day at work the last thing I needed was more head fuck work to do. My brain has melted and declared KIA. We made good progress though, the site will be a major achievement when it is completed.
As well as that I’ve had to run around like a maniac tidying up after myself (which reminds me, I must sort out the washing before going to bed). The house is starting to resemble a home and not a dump again. Things are starting to come together and I’m on top of things like I haven’t been in months. So tired though. Running a house is no easy task.
The weekend is almost here. Can’t wait for it. I have another date with ***** on Friday night and then she’ll be coming to a Christening with me on Sunday. It’ll be good to have her meet my family. She’s important to me, and so are they.
Fuck it, bed time. Roll on the weekend, it’s going to be a good one.