I have to get up at 5.30! I spend between 3 1/2 and 4 hours a day travelling to work and back. It's stressful and a bit exhausting. My job is tiring but I have responsibilities which is a first. I am fucking it up left right and centre at the moment, forgetting all the important things I am supposed to remember but everyone is being pretty nice about it.

I am getting my own locker! Like in Saved By The Bell! This is deeply pleasing to me and I am already mentally arranging the contents.

I will update this when I feel less like in order to move at all I have to summon an inordinate amount of strength.

Soso