I will get back into a proper routine. I will get back into a proper routine. I will get back into a proper routine. I will get back into a proper routine. I will get back into a proper routine. I will get back into a proper routine. I will get back into a proper routine. I will get back into a proper routine. I will get back into a proper routine. I will get back into a proper routine. I will get back into a proper routine. I will get back into a proper routine. I will get back into a proper routine.
Apologise for the sudden disappearance from blogging over the last few days.
Friday I managed to have a bout of energy and did fuckloads of organising. I dusted and polished. I cleaned the en-suite. I vacuumed - twice. I reorganised my chest of drawers. I sorted through my jewellery box, threw out 14 odd/broken earrings and repierced my right cartlidge. I rearranged my desk, removed the middle shelf. I put all my pictures up on the walls. I transferred the toy collection into the box that fits under the bed - and discovered a lifetime's supply of lube and batteries.
Saturday my joints decided to tell me I'd done far too much and screamed at me.
Yesterday I went round my mum's, took her shopping, went swimming and cut some lengths of cut-off carpet to make some rugs.
Today is my first day at my new job. It's a temp job, long-term sick cover, until the end of the year. Back doing purchase ledger, which is a major yay because that's what I do, but also making me brick myself because it's been over a year since I've done any. It's at a company called QMP based in Stourbridge - so it's a bit of a commute out there every day but I've got a route that DOESN'T involve the fucking M6 so \o/ I've got a doctors appointment at 11 - company are aware of this so for my first day I literally have to get there ASAP after the appointment. Tomorrow I'll find out my actual hours. *bites nails* Wish me luck?!