ASYLUM

* Week Off

So, I'm back at work after a week off. I am exhausted, it's been one of the busiest weeks I've had in ages... of the 9 days (including both weekends) I think I had about 1.5 to just "bum around" and catch up on sleep. The remainder break down like this:

• one to take a trip out of town to meet up with Tim, who's back in the country

• one to run around trying to retrieve a big delivery (shiny new LCD monitor), then take my girlfriend (aka Scary) out in the evening to see Neil Gaiman and Lenny Henry doing readings from Anansi Boys

• one for a surprise-party thrown for Scary

• one for a visit from my parents

• an evening being taken out for dinner by Scary

• another evening going out for dinner with another friend

• another afternoon lunch with a friend from about a decade ago

• the remaining part-days and evenings cleaning up the house, shopping, laundry and other chores, and travelling to/from all of the above

I think I'm ready for another week off, to actually focus on some of the personal projects I wanted to get done. I'm juggling so much crap in my skull. I feel like I need to squirt it out urgently before I shit my brains.

God, that's a repulsive analogy.

(true though.)