I have a little song, it goes like this:
My time is not my own
My time, no it's not my own
no my time isn't my own
oh my time, is not my owwwwwnnnn
I knew it was coming, and the past three days have proved that it is finally upon me. So i'm going to suck it up, and embrace with both arms.
For the next three months or so i'm incredibly unlikely to find much time for myself. And even if i do, i doubt i'll want to be anywhere near a computer. Hopefully time at home will be spent going for runs, taking baths, reading and knitting or sewing. I came home from work very cranky and so went straight back out the door and went for a run. I feel so much better for it. Sitting hunched in front of a screen doesn't make me feel so good.
I'll post when i finish thermal (this weekend, all going to plan).
And i'll still loiter, i'm not going to go so far as stopping myself from reading blogs...there just won't be so much action here.
But for now, i'm going to indulge myself in Dance Dance Dance by Haruki Murakami. I've been wanting to read a book of his, any book, for ages. And i am seriously impressed. It's fantastic so far.