Made It.

I am writing this in hope that, come the end of the week I will be able to say ‘Made it’ and sigh a deep sigh of relief.

This is set to be one of the busiest weeks of my life.

First of all I start my new job as a teaching assistant and secondly I have the performance of the play that I co-wrote/co-directed (it is also the play that I did that crazy Full Monty dance for). Not to mention that a cast member dropped out yesterday meaning I had to take his part rewrite it to suit a girl and learn all the lines ready for tonights rehearsal. Between all these things my days and nights are pretty much full, leaving about 2 hours a day to do my uni work, relax and piss about online writing blog posts and tweeting…. Not to mention novel writing. So please forgive me if I seem a little random this week…. Man up, you say? Yeah, I know, I’m whiny…. I happen to enjoy it so you, as the reader, will just have to get over it.

As well as telling you this news I thought I would share something that I made… well, wrote- it’s a bundle of nonsense that I made up when I should have been sleeping. This is how my mind works when half asleep. I thought that this would help stop this post from being a complete- whine-fest. (Rather than a more pleasurable wine fest).

I’m a dark and stormy knight and I walk into a bar…. Ouch.
I saw a girl in half…. Ouch
Ok, that was only half true but half her nails were painted red, half black-
Said it helped when hammering them in.
She had her friend Dee with her… and a son; you cannot escape what’s in the sky.
I order her to go ahead… bars.
But the waiter didn’t have any… he had some.
The girl was upset… no forehead to speak of…. and crying madly.
No need to shout about the mentally infirm, I said.
The sun was shining… smug brat.
She said she thought she was depressed.
“Dee, press on my arse,” I yelled…. “I don’t believe in such things.”
Then she looked at her hands and said ‘I need to file my nails’
“Under what categories will you file them?” I asked.
And then we laughed our heads off… Ouch.
And that’s why I run around like a headless chicken.
Because I am…
Headless, I mean.

So yeah…. no wonder I couldn’t sleep. I'm random, I know but I think it is good to share. All the mummys say so.