Tuesday 13th January
I have sore arm muscles, a bruise on my thigh and am around £160 lighter in pocket, but I have MR T back. I am not entirely sure he is fixed as he stalled on the way home, but that was in slow traffic and perhaps he was cold...? Hmm... I know how that worked out last time. Fingers crossed.
Tomorrow is a big day... MW#1 has another interview and my newly appreciated Young Professional den of iniquity finds out whether it lives to pour me another Amethyst cocktail. I had to change my Zen playlist several times today on my bus journey to work as I found myself welling up. In the relative privacy of my car, fine, weep away. But Miss on the bus crying in front of Key Stage Four students- Another thing entirely.
I need a haircut, and some new glasses so I can see properly and an eye test and a contact lens checkup and time off so I can see my ENT consultant and get myself on the waiting list for drilling. I also need to sleeeep...
I am happy though at the emergence of My Lovely Texan on Facebook, which for all its horrors (Hi! I was never that friendly with you at school but Be My Friend so I can show you my wedding photos! My boyfriend! My new baby! My holiday photos!) means that lazy old me might actually keep in touch. Huzzah.
