It’s been a stressful couple of weeks with a lot of things happening outside of my control that either kept me up late or just far too busy.
I’m still at the office and have spent the last hour going through my personal emails replying to some I should have replied to over a week ago.
My ‘saved to read later’ RSS feeds are in the hundreds now, as are my Twitter favourites.
I have two more days to go until #sleepmas. There will be no Christmas celebration at mine, but I will instead be celebrating #sleepmas with #soulcat which means that I’m probably bored out of my mind by Saturday evening.
I had plans for this year’s Christmas that since they were made have fallen through and with having been so incredibly busy with work and other things I’ve not had the chance to make alternative arrangements. And I’m good with that. I don’t want to celebrate Christmas. Yes, one of the main reasons is that I have no one to celebrate it with, but I’m not bothered about that. I am really looking forward to having four days off work and being able to sleep and read and watch TV and, most importantly spend time with Arthur, or rather #soulcat.
And I need it, the past months have been rubbish..