... and breathe!
It seems that, sadly, the structured life of full time employment, while admittedly doing wonders for my infamous mood swings (and poverty, sort of), is also burning through any and all creative energy. Hence recent blog silence.
But here I am, on the better end of a week off, bursting with the urge to have an epic faff. Mug of fresh hot tea melts away the grime of this weekend's shift (angry nurses angry nurses knee pain abdo pain bilious vomit phosphate enemas urinary incontinence angry nurses). Few sips later I'm ohing and aahing over all the little treats I've saved up: backlogged newspapers, magazines, books, postcards, letters, massages, links, TV shows, spotify playlists... MOUNTAINS of quality faff material.
Ace!
It seems that, sadly, the structured life of full time employment, while admittedly doing wonders for my infamous mood swings (and poverty, sort of), is also burning through any and all creative energy. Hence recent blog silence.
But here I am, on the better end of a week off, bursting with the urge to have an epic faff. Mug of fresh hot tea melts away the grime of this weekend's shift (angry nurses angry nurses knee pain abdo pain bilious vomit phosphate enemas urinary incontinence angry nurses). Few sips later I'm ohing and aahing over all the little treats I've saved up: backlogged newspapers, magazines, books, postcards, letters, massages, links, TV shows, spotify playlists... MOUNTAINS of quality faff material.
Ace!
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