Hello there blue

Lying in bed.
Today has involved a mere 4.25 hours of work, and me feeling massively tired.
For those who don't know, I've been bitten by a mega flu. I'm basically over it now, just a residual cough, but it took a good two weeks outta me. I went home a week ago feeling dodgy, and spent the next 5 days in and out of sleep land, bathing, feeling shit, reading. Turns out I then got tonsilitus, which is another story! It's the sickest I've been, which really is testament to my health. Don't know what you've got till it's gone, eh? Now I understand that I am indeed a healthy specimen and that's very important in day-to-day living.

Melbourne this morning was shrouded in cold, cold fog. My alarm went off at 9am, which felt way too early, even though after 7 hours of sleep. My bed was warm, the house freezing, the dread of work looming. It was not looking good, people. The fog lifted, and work ended up not being terrible, but I was still tired, which has lead me back now to my bed. A full circle.

And so another week is about to begin. So far it's looking pretty busy; a gig lined up, volunteering, work, going away party on friday night, overseas injections, an amnesty youth night. Plus lots of fun time doing nothing, I envisage.

The heater. It's such a love/hate relationship. I've never known such tumult. For one, it tends to dictate whether or not you go out at night. It brings people together, and one is loathed to be the anti-social house member leaving the house, away from conversation and company. Oh, the irony. As much as I hate it, it makes me feel homely and domestic and warm and snuggly when I intend to have a good night out. It makes facing the cold Melbourne air even more of a struggle. I hope you understand where I'm coming from here. It's a lazy way out, but it's just so goddamn good. The fact that my bed is right next to the heater doesn't help either. Hmm.

Three weeks, people. Three weeks. It's a massive light at the end of the tunnel- especially in terms of doing work that I don't like doing. It has become a ray of hope during an arduous 7 hour shift, when another waitress asks what I'm up to this year. Oh, you're going to California, Canada, Argentina. Oh! In three weeks' time! Wow! How exciting! I'm jealous! It makes waitressing a little bit more bearable. Thanks, L.J. Hooker.
Another thing, this year has really done a lot to boost my motivation to work in a job that I want to do. The - dare I say it- hatred I have felt for some certain cafes down here has been immense, and it seems unfair that these are the only jobs going. It teaches you to grin and bear it, and flattens any hope of doing anything more worthwhile. Yet it also fuels this desire to be paid to do good, meaningful things. The only thing between here and there is further education, I feel.

So that's probably it for the meantime, boys. Tonight I think I'll make some nice baked pumpkin soup. An easy night in, in front of the heater, calls. Take care ya'll, until next time. xoxox g.