Sucker Punch
So.. yeah. Life in Canterbury at the moment is really pretty good. I am beginning to suffer what feels like the beginning of full blown exhaustion from the routine, and going out last night and failing to end up in my bed at the end of the evening hasn’t helped in this respect. Must have an early night tonight to make up for it.
It is a strange coincidence in my life that I have noticed that I always recieve important news at times when I am least emotionally able to deal with it via means not ideal for its communication. Such as opening facebook to see in my news stream a status update from my ex-girlfriend informing the world that she is 13 weeks pregnant. Don’t get me wrong, I am thrilled for her as I know that it is pretty much exactly what she wanted and the main reason we split up was because I couldn’t support that plan at the time. But it’s still a bit of a shock to hear and since I am so tired at the moment it rather dragged up a lot of feelings I hoped I had banished for good.*
So I am feeling a little down at the moment. I know that a good night’s sleep will fix most of it but I do not anticipate one of those as the people who made my matress appear to have forgotten to put the padding in that stops one falling down between the springs (and the bed has one of those really irritating metal bar bottoms on it which are guaranteed to leave me with bruising across my feet).
Looking forward to this weekend - will be going to parents’ house and taking a couple of the teach first guys with me. Will be the first chance I’ve had in a while to kick back and relax.
Anyway - I have to go now and have a beer and a game of risk.
*I am not going to go into detail here - many of you will have heard most of the story already.
