My heart is beating like a jungle drum *edit*

I don’t feel much like writing actually.
So this plans to be short.
 
At work, working with the 2 girls tonight, I am hoping to be able to escape out of here by 8pm. 
Notice I am getting the silent treatment from the useless one.
 
I really should start changing all the wrong prices in the menu costing software
(Which is a complete waste of my time)
I am feeling very flat today. Not eating much and woke up feeling very nauseas this morning, but it passed.
 
Took mo to Marlow Lagoon, where we chased the ball, much to Mojo’s delight. Then came home and cleared up the garden a bit, flipping palm trees! Grrr!
I contemplated going and getting the lawn mower tomorrow. But I don’t think I can be bothered.
Not only is it a massive task in 35 degree heat, and high humidity, but I have so much else I want to do, I think I will take what palm fronds I already have to the dump, and try and sort out the driveway. 
I will call a gardener to do the massive mowing task. Problem is its still 2 weeks till we move out, and by then the lawn will be shocking. It grows so fast up here.
I will probably relent, and do the bloody lawns….
Looks like I am going to have no time at all to do anything enjoyable before I leave.
No days off for Kip.
 
Wish we had heaps of money. Then I could get removal’s, gardeners and someone to come and water blast the driveway, but no…
 Fuck, get out of the shower Christian!!!
The pipes to the men’s shower is in the kitchen office, and the noise is driving me nuts.
He has been in there a good half hour.
Hey, why not when the company is paying for it…
 
 Missing Ike chronically today, it just seems to get worse, I know it shouldn’t as the more time goes on, the closer it is that I will be with him, but I am just missing company so much. I just want to be kissed and cuddles and lie next to me gorgeous man.
Missing him bad…
Change the subject, I am too close to tears today..
 Should post this and get on with doing some real work….
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 7 days down..
 Wish he would book his ticket home, so I have a light at the end of the tunnel.
 
~Kipper~

this fucking sucks!!!!

He is in sydney, having fun, doing whatever.
And I am stuck here, packing and cleaning, and not getting to do anything remotely for my own enjoyment.
He is at the mardi gras right now.
I am sitting in the shitty office doing food costings.
I have wanted to go to mardi gras for about 8 years.

I miss him sooooooo bad,
and I hardly get to talk to him, only get maybe 3-4 texts a day.
Meh…
Ignore me..
Feeling crap today.
I want to go home.

I am just missing him.
you get that huh?