Good morning, my minions.

I’ve now officially entered nocturnal mode, so I’m now going to bed at 9am and waking at 5pm. This is because I’ve been given a couple of night shifts this week, with the exception of tonight, and as I found out yesterday one can get RATHER tired after getting up at 7 in the morning, going to work at 7 in the evening, and working a 12 hour shift until 7 the next morning.

This past weekend has been busy beyond belief. An essay handed in on Friday morning, a day shift on Friday after 3 hours sleep, then Adam’s parents over for dinner on Saturday night (more on this later) then the 12 hour shift on Sunday night including another major essay due in at 8am the next morning.

But despite all of this, I am quite happy. Being so busy has forced me to overcome my natural laziness which had consumed me for much of this year. I am actually quite proud that I managed to fit in two essay and two shifts of work into one weekend. I feel like I’m getting somewhere in my life now, rather than stagnating directionless and confused. I’m loving my job, even though it’s just early times and I have to work night shifts, I feel like I have quite a future in where I’m going. I like being able to pay bills without having to juggle finances and buy dog meat “budget mince” to put in with the pasta. I’m also loving my wonderful partner, who I have felt even closer to over the past week for reasons I don’t particularly understand. Love confuses and bewilders me sometimes, yet it also amazes me.