Mog and Chips

It’s over!

…well, kinda, but y’know =P I’ve got one deadline left and that’s pretty much sorted. I also had a look at my past life drawing stuff and thought it was decent, so I think I’m getting better

I feel so much better. But so unhealthy. It’s like when you go to the gym (yes, I have been to a gym before), and the next day you’re all “Urrrg”. My back aches something awful from being hunched over a lightbox or graphics tablet (Not that that’s going to get much better when I’m doing that 40 hours a week like =P) My wrists are shot, my hands are dry, my room’s a tip and when the hot water comes on I’ve got a hell of a lot of cleaning to do in the kitchen.

But there’s no stress now. Well there is, on the monday deadline, but I’ve kept up with that one slightly better. I initially cringed at the thought of group work, but it actually teaches you what it’s like when you’ve got to keep your ass in gear to keep up with everyone i.e. week by week work instead of all at the end, and as a comparison to my other project, that’s so much better. (I also wasn’t working with any slackers, which helped =P)

And I’ve actually had time to buy food, which is always a good thing. And Frijj. Glorious Frijj. The queen/king of milkshakes. I’ll save some for Paul, an extra one if he’ll come up here to do his essay =P (Btw if I’m going to yours and you don’t work on anything at the weekend, I will murder you, and force you to sit through the insufferable boredom and “ohshit!”-ness of getting the wrong bus or having your bus’s engine go kabloof.)

Especially after me and my mate were discussing the irony of if one of us died after doing all that bloody work. I will not be happy if that happens… well I wouldn’t be happy anyway, but I’ll be more unhappy than I would otherwise be, and glaring at you from heaven/hell/purgatory (sp)/my reincarnated pygmy hippopotamus body.

I’m so confused, my doctor keeps changing. I thought it was a seperate doctor for different things but apparently it’s not, so I’m just like “wait what?” I’ve also just had the thought that a few women down my mam’s side of the family have had problems with their insides - not that it makes much difference anyway since I’m not intending to have a kid (Apparently the birthmark on the top of my head was something pressing into my scalp while I was still a wee pre-bairn.) and I’m not particularly liking the idea of being examined in any way whatsoever, so maybe I won’t bring that up =P

Which reminds me of a great jem my mother came out with a few years ago:

“Sara, do you remember when I was pregnant with you?”

That still cracks me up to this day. But reminds me of family reunionness and Newcastle. I haven’t seen my non-immeadiate family for over a year =(

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