Thursday #37 – I was woken up early this Thursday by DTM
enquiring about developments in the love life of Legs 11. After about 10 minutes of back and forth messaging
about absolute rubbish, I was feeling wide awake at 5.15 when he told me he had
to go and for me to get back to sleep. I
was not particularly impressed as I would’ve rathered he just not wake me in
the first place but before I knew it I was sound asleep. I was less than excited to then be woken
again at 6.07 with a message from the same person who had just told me to go
back to sleep. I let it slide because
the message was pointing out how soon he would be returning home.
With the morning off from my optometry placement, I spent
most of my time in bed before getting up and again having to deal with The Dog and
his stupid ball. I was quite relieved to
head off to the optom in the afternoon and sit in on a few patients, occasionally
being asked to step in and do some simple things. After about 5 hours it was home time and I got
back to find out The Souths Fan had won tickets that night to see Daryl
Braithwaite. M-Dizzle and I have been
talking about seeing him in concert for ages so it was disappointing to find
out how close he was and that we wouldn’t be there singing along to The Horses.
Instead I stayed in with The Farge, playing words with
friends from across the lounge room. Normal
people might have just gotten out an actual scrabble board but that’s not how
we roll. I smashed him in both games,
pausing briefly to take in Hamish and
Andy’s Euro Gap Year. It wasn’t an
overly thrilling Thursday but I know next week will be a big one!
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