Catch up

I’ve been so tired when I’ve got off work the past few days, I haven’t even looked at my blog.  I’ve hardly had the energy to read blogs, catch up on Facebook and the news and just sort of sat around staring at the telly.  I’m tired.

I forgot how tiring working is.  (I know, world’s smallest violin and that).  Since last Christmas I’ve been either working out/doing school work, not standing on my feet for 6 hours at a time.  Not that I mind the work.  It’s actually quite fun, and the people are lovely, and it’s only 3 days. (This week it was 4 as I had training one day) But three days in a row is tiring.  Especially when you are a worrier like me and need to get there at least 45 minutes early to make sure you aren’t late (and get a coffee).  I also would rather make sure I get an earlier bus, in case there is ever an issue with the bus.  (Although now that I know how long it takes, I can probably give myself an extra half hour for breakfast to sleep.)

I probably need it considering Friday night I got on the wrong bus (immediately after making fun of people who get on the wrong bus and cause a commotion- karma anyone?).  I ended up with a long trip through Paisley and a half hour stop at the airport.  It took me 90 minutes to get home, which normally is about 15.  Yeah.  I could do with some sleep.

Today I plan on not doing a whole heck of a lot.  I might pop out for a coffee and go for a walk as the sun appears to be out.  I *should* do some serious cleaning, but that can be done later.  What I really *should* be doing is uni work, but I seriously doubt I will do more than what I am doing right now, which is not a whole heck of a lot.  I need to catch up on the blogger challenge, and snuggle with Molly.  (She is doing fine after her spaying.)

My biggest woe right now is the fact that our washing machine is broken AGAIN.  And I need to wash the clothes I need for work (and my normal clothes).   So much fail right now, stupid washer.  I hope the repairman can get out here soon b/c I’d rather not be washing my clothes in the bathtub like I was doing before.

Time to get on with it.


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