Thursday 15 July 2010: The conversation
139/365: It's a 'whatever it's called' flower in the garden. Talking to another 'whatever it is' flower.
Very tired today. If I could sleep past 4am, I'm sure it'd make a difference. But I can't. And it's exhausting. Not really sure what's causing the sleeplessness but a combination of that and having a ton of work on is wearing me out a fair bit. Most mornings go like this:
Brain: Oooh, I can see daylight
Body: Sod off
Brain: Come on... it's light out there. BRILLIANT!!!
Body: Seriously, you're really hacking me off
Brain: I'll just get those eyes open... hold on a sec...
Body: *eyes ping open*
Brain: Now to make that Body just uncomfortable enough that it can't stay horizontal
Body: *shifts awkwardly, gets hot, needs loo, stumbles out of bed*
Brain: My work here is done. YAY!
Would like to say that having the weekend just around the corner would help... but unfortunately the weekend consists of a full day of a marking co-ordination meeting up in Bradford (which involves arguing over 4 exam submissions until we all agree on our marking for the best part of 7 hours) on Saturday, a day visiting my brother's on Sunday and all the while, well over 100 exam scripts sitting glaring at me in a corner waiting to be marked. And then... full-time work starts all over again. *shudder*
I often get asked how I manage to juggle the things I juggle. To be honest, I don't know. Actually, most of the time I don't know. Today I really, really don't know.