Tuesday 5 April 2011: Goblet of tired
403/365: I almost feel embarrassed for blipping this. It's a flower blip. In lieu of anything else. Because I'm soooooo shattered.
I'm wondering whether or not I need to take a bit of a break from blipping. I have three hours (minimum) of commuting to do each day... I have a new job to get to grips with... I'm not actually taking decent shots at the mo... and I can't even comment on anyone else's blip. And then I take desperations shots like this which do nothing and say nothing about my day other than it's taken in murky light when I got home from work.
And that's about it. Summat's not gelling!
Anyway, my day went as follows:
Oh, and we also had a fox crisis when I got home. Nick had had to call the RSPCA because a very very ill looking fox had gone into our garage. It was one of those 'think it's trying to find a quiet place to shuffle off this mortal coil' moments. Anyway, the RSPCA woman came shortly after I got home, and then ensued the 'round the messiest garage in the world' obstacle course as the fox found a spurt of frenzied energy and tried her best to escape. But ultimately failed... and revealed to the RSPCA at least that we have neglected our garage in a shameful fashion. If she could've taken our garage into care, I think she would've.
Will continue to dither about blipping a bit. I'm trying to reign in the feeling of panic about losing several hours of my day to commuting and wondering what needs to be sacrificed in order to survive.
PS The only good thing about my crap blipping at the mo is the fact that not many people will read this and I can happily blether on with any old tosh and it will pass unnoticed!
PPS Which I think I've just used to my advantage with the above.
*high fives self*