Wednesday

I think Wednesday is my least favourite day of the week. It seems like a Monday to me.

Whereas Tuesdays seem like Sundays. Wednesday's class starts at 9am and that drives me mad.

That aside, thought I'd check in at this odd timing (since I'm already frantically typing) (for an essay due in less than 12 hours time) while sitting in the living room, alone, on the sofa, with the fan blowing at my face (while recovering from a flu).

Grandma's here to stay for a few days. And I'm quite pleased.

Despite having one more person to nag at me, and having to do more house chores, and having one more person to worry about, at least I get to see her at the end of the day. And finally eat the food she cooks. The food she cooks has some sort of calming effect, at least on me.

I don't think she's ever stayed over before. Maybe when I was really young, but I can't recall.

I always stay over at her place and I treat her place like home. But her coming here, possibly a first.

It's a funny feeling cause I try to be as neat as possible (lol).

But anyway, I like coming home to see her sitting in the living room watching TV :)

Next week is hell week. Why?

Because we have 3 shoots. 3 shots at shooting ourselves in the head.

Aha, I kid.

But if we can really get past next week successfully, wow.

It's recess week but I mean what is that right?

Can eat or not?

I pray for lots of energy and a constant peaceful state of mind.

Night x