Puddle

It's been a very long week.
My memory is a bit distorted - I've lost the time frame somewhere down the road, but some of the events seem so alien to be included in a period of 7 to 8 days. It's safe to say I'm absolutely shattered, and I'm travelling 6 hours via train on Thursday and Sunday.
I must be crazy.

Since good ol'drama never fails to leave me, the week has been littered with a 1am hospital trip and illnesses, as well as the stormy battles my comrades have shared including too much vodka and very bizarre men.

But there has been some stunning, glorious moments that have been fantastic, yet exhausting.
I'm so tired.
It's a privilege.

I was able to walk to university today.
Walk. University.
I should explain my university is built in the middle of a farm. In the middle of nowhere. Really.
But I could do it. And I was fine afterwards. Fine. The girl who abut 10 or so days ago struggled to leave the house because her stomach was in pain.
Booya! Health is bliss.

I'm currently sticking to a gluten free diet 'cos I heard it could help. Maybe. Possibly. Why not give it a try? Only a couple of quid a go if you want the gluten free bread.
Ah. Money. Nope, not going there. Next subject.

Made a friend with a dog today.
Really wanna dog.
Possibility on a scale of 0 - Not going to happen, I would safely say...
There are too many cats here.
The neighbours have got chickens.
That's left neighbours. Or earlier neighbours. Smaller neighbours? No. Not quite getting it. The younger number. Ooo. That'll do. Moving on.
Presentation over and done with.
It could have been better.
Horses are back.
The flowers for the house are still there.
But I deleted texts on my phone. I can receive over 60 now in the inbox. But I think my phone is starting to break.
Need to give back the CD Player at some point.
Meditation has been helping. I'm a lot calmer now. But no longer being physically ill or permanently stressed has probably helped the most.
Too much caffeine today.
Seriously. Must note to avoid the coke.
Coke as in the drink that is. Or maybe I should play the 'druggie' label a bit? Do I get a reward at the end?
Must note to avoid the coke. How bloomin' posh is that?
Buzz.
Civ is too addicting. I will ban myself from it when deadlines approach.
Again, again, again. Again, again, again.
Chords on ukulele need expanding. Guitar chords need enchanting - too bland, too bland. Maybe I can get a friend to tune it soon. Keyboard dusty?
Bags need baggin'. Baggins, baggins!
And before you ask I'm a creative writer. 2:2 and a bottle of perfume gin.
Done.