Good times and bad times, I've seen them all and my dear, I'm still here...

...black sable sometimes, sometimes just pretzels and beer/but I'm here.

God I'm tired. There's a lot to do and just not enough time to do it. I've just tried to be proactive and write myself a list of all the things I need to do in the next two weeks for work - it's long, but doable. I never made it to the tap dancing or the drama club and I'm glad, as I realy don't have the energy. I will do it, but perhaps after Easter.

Had a lovely evening at work though - spent nearly an hour chatting to the two deputies who are two women who I admire immensely, and really like and really, really want to like me. I had lots of other things I should have been doing, and ended up rushing my marking into 20 mins at the end of the day, but it was so nice that it was worth it.

I've also been asked to sing solo at the leaving mass next week, which is very flattering and a bit nerve wracking, but I'm quite looking forward to that. I must say that I do feel that I have a lot more self confidence these days, I swear it was that zip wire that did it for me - once I'd done that, I feel more like I can at least have a go at anything.

I have PMT.