Where have you been?!

Mmm.. well this is going to be a rubbish blog post because I have to get off any minute now and resume working myself to death (freelancing is awesome!) and I have no pictures to show you that I still have a life because I used ND's camera .. and that camera is floating somewhere now in Glebe.

So.

And last week was truly an FML type of week in which (descending order):

*My brakelight was kicked in on Monday
*On Wednesday I got into a discussion with my co-worker which resulted in me bursting into tears and then angrily flinging rocks everywhere (I realise that makes me sound like I've lost my marbles)
*And then to cap off Thursday, I got into a fight with my neighbour who proceeded to try and run me over (!) which ended up with the police being called.

Thus on Saturday, my hairdresser gave me a onceover with his observant eye and asked me if I was feeling a little tired... "you look a little worn out." - I feel like I want to sleep for the next twelve years, preferably in an apartment where I don't have to pay rent.

And somewhere in there I had a failed double date, time-out at the oxygen bar, a major family dinner, an anniversary and an interview. That move to the farm is starting to look realllllly good.

(I swear the next post will be a happy post. And that this week is going to be better. It has to be better. )