a little crabby

ten hour working day that starts with 0545 wake up and includes two hours overtime

maintaining game face for at least 75% of day despite encountering challenging behaviours

feeling of inadequacy and extreme sorrow related to friends who have lost babies and mothers in the last week

ipod that is identified as corrupted and needs factory reset - goodbye last three years of dependable playlists

stoopid food diary that tells no lies

no room in day or energy left over for atonement

a single pillow underneath my single head

the seventeen thousand things i wanted to organise by today but haven't

the cheap chardonnay i resorted to after i found it in the back of the fridge - needs must as the devil drives

chaotic room that needs packed up in order to move on monday

the vague feeling of always being in trouble

i have flights and a partner in crime, but the pavement tickets that allegedly go on sale at 9am tomorrow are nowhere to be found on teh intahwebs

the mis-cut razor chop in my expensive haircut (that i only like 13% of the time anyway) that sticks up like a cheap paintbrush from corstorphine school circa 1983

and

the same old same old that make me so angry i could cry and vomit simultaneously - always a treat