My heart’s racing away at 1000mph, my brain pulses and aches, my stomach churns away and my neck burns.  I lie here nauseously, shivering violently in a cold sweat.

It’s five in the morning and I’ve been in bed for so long.  Work is now a mere matter of hours away and I will have had no sleep when I walk though those doors.  Why does this happen to me so often?  What am I freaking out about?  I’m not consciously thinking of anything at the moment.  I have no reason to feel like this!

I have decided for certain that if I can get into the course I want next year, then next year is when I will be starting Uni.  I’ve had enough of wasting my life away doing not much more than working hard for my money, spending it all too easily and going to bed penniless.

Worship Alex Day celebrations took place as planned and Kateena treated me to dinner at the Vegie Hut.  The food there was fantastic and I look forward to going there again real soon.

I feel that I should be writing more here.  True to my word, I’ve been documenting my thoughts since I said I would start, but hardly any of that is fit for publishing here and nothing else of interest (and no one) has happened to me.  I’m feeling quite reasonable, with nothing to complain about—so what does one disseminate in such a situation?

Some random pictures, perhaps?

'My' car---or at least what I happily use to get around.

'My' car---or at least what I happily use to get around.

One of the cats that hangs around our house.  This one likes to lie on my bed and my freshly ironed work pants and lean very funnily on its arms.  Seriously, check out the paws.

One of the cats that hangs around our house. This one likes to lie on my bed and my freshly ironed work pants and lean very funnily on its arms. Seriously, check out the paws.