i base all of my thoughts and feelings about you,
on the past.
of past memories and feelings.
those days are gone.
you need to man up stop pretending to be there,
stop treating me like a second prize.
someone to speak to when you're feeling sad,
or sick,
or lonely.
you need to work for my affections.
be a gentleman,
appreciate me and deserve my attention.
at the moment you are none of these.
therefore i have nothing for you.
let me go.

mike rosenberg

i just had a long hot bath and glass of $40 a bottle shiraz with the one and only Passeneger.
we sang a bit of a duet together, the bathroom tiles gave off the best acoustics.
oh it was magical.
never mind him being somewhere in England at the moment.
we shared something very special in between the bubbles and the stereo where his sweet sweet voice echoed.
so what, i enjoy many romantic baths alone, yelling at cats, getting ever so slightly inebriated off wine.
never such classy wine so that was a first.
i figure why not immerse your self in sweet smelling water and bubbles
there is nothing as glorious.. nothing.
and i did this full well knowing i have an assignment due in just over 24 hours. luckily for me i only had to re-read and find some references for my babble before submitting it.
i have that mixed feeling of butterflies being captured and slaughtered in my stomach.
you know that relief its over yet unsettled because it wasn't that great but hoping it was enough pass.
i have a more exciting task for the end of the week...
BAKING! (*@#^%)#@$

we are holding our very last and probably best fundraiser for work on friday night.
moooooovie night. yeeeah.
what am i baking... no freaking idea
will it be delicious... well i hope freaking so
that will be the bain (insert bain voice here) of my existence all week, to figure out what to bake.
ALSO to book into my sisters cute and very good physio, i need him to feel me up, i mean feel my back, i mean fell the knots in my back and get them the hell out!

to finish on a good note, i've decided to abandon the cats for a night and sleep in my new bed!
weeeeow
mainly because i really really want to sleep in it and i have an early on tuesday.. ill give them some TCL that night, if they are lucky.
house sitting was way more fun when i was younger and didn't have so many responsibilities.
i should be having a raging party, instead i have baths, drink wine, eat cheese.... actually, that's way better.

post graduate blues

ah... so we meet again. study.

and so goes the repetitive journey of procrastination, of facebook, checking the fridge 5 times, eating, reading books not related to said topic and finishing said book, blogging, walking aimlessly around the house, checking the letterbox doing anything than the assignment at hand.

why oh why did i think it was a good idea to commence my clinical honours? maybe because it sounded easier than it is, that most of it was already done, that ill get a formal certificate at the end and credits towards a graduate diploma (more study.what?), that no one else will have one but the girls i'm doing my GNP with...that i don't already have so much to think about and do.

come to think of it, i only have 3 months or so until this program is over, i will no longer be the baby of the hospital, ill have grown into a toddler... walking, talking, learning to know what it all means!
however i do only have until Monday to complete this darn assignment. 1000 words they say, its easy they say, well it actually isn't so bad once i figured out what i was doing and needed to write. i just dread the referencing part, probably because i was so bad at it all through my degree yet still managed to pass each assessment piece. miraculous when i look back on it..
never the less i must complete it and pass it now. so i'm rugged up on my new bed that im yet to sleep in, writing about my nursing care and the patients that i miss.

well i think that was about 20 minutes of procrastination ticked off the clock.
i shall have this finished before i have to pick up Esmerelda from the crash repair at 1700.
maybe.
probably not.
by tomorrow?