07/21/2013

Well, I did absolutely no study this weekend.  So bad.  I am going to be in a panic this time next week, I am sure.  I am fortunate that there are 9 questions, so if I can get one done each day this week, then hammer through the remainder on the weekend, I will be fine.  Still, the best laid plans of mice and men … 

I just feel sad, I suppose.  M and I went to the farmers market this morning and had a really nice time.  It was the first visit we had made since moving back to mother’s house, and it was so different.  We weren’t anxious about getting ready, taking the dog out for his walk, avoiding the dickhead neighbours.  We just got up, got ourselves organised, left Ernie safely at home, and off we went.  No rushing home to check on the dog, or rushing around because the dog is in the car.  We ate, M said goodbye to the German guy, we visited the lady with the awesome retro, wooden toys, we got some roasted nuts from one of our favourite stands and M got a cup of spiced apple drink.  

He is making pizzas for dinner.  That makes me want to cry, because I don’t know what I will do when he is gone.  I won’t cook, because mother’s kitchen is filthy and she insists on literally putting her grubby hands in my food, and then as soon as I retreat she will dig through everything in the fridge, again with her grubby hands.  Do you know that she has been working on the same bottle of hand soap for 9 months, and then in the 3 weeks that M and I have been here, the second half of that bottle has been used up?  She literally does not wash her hands, ever.  

Anyway.  I know I won’t want to be home, feeling lonely, so I am mentally planning my meals.  Salad for lunches, or toasted sandwiches.  I will get take out meals that I can stretch for two dinners.  I may go to the club and have a roast dinner.  I could live on Vegemite and toast, so that is a viable option.  I just don’t want to eat total shit, and I don’t want to spend a fortune, so I am trying to find stuff that I can stretch, and ensure that I still get plenty of vegetables, seeing as I don’t really eat fruit.

Back to work tomorrow.  My friend’s father passed away last week, so I will be going to the funeral.  It is at the funeral home across the road from my office, which is convenient, particularly when my boss is being a total dick.

He interviewed someone last week, the cousin of the woman I work with (the only one that isn’t a moron).  He seemed to like her, so we will see what happens.  There is another interview tomorrow.