OMG, I am getting old. It was my birthday yesterday. Well actually it still seems like today for me as I haven’t been to bed yet. I am now 37 years old. Eek! I’m starting to get up there in years, that’s for sure.
As birthday’s go, it wasn’t too shabby. Hubby did his best to try to wake me up a little this morning and say, “Happy birthday,” before he left for work at sparrow’s fart. Despite being drugged out on Seroquel, I remember him saying it me. Although I slept until around 3pm and missed his calls, he tried to ring me from work to wish me a happy birthday too, all because he thought I wouldn’t remember from the morning. I thought that was really sweet. He can be a cutie sometimes.
GBF asked me around to his place this evening for dinner. He also asked Aunty Heather, Barbie and Patsy around. They all turned up, despite the late notice (we’d only decided on the dinner thing around 7pm) with little gifts so that was lovely. Of course, the company is better than any gifts, but it certainly was thoughtful of them.
Also today, I was offered an interview for a job I applied for recently. It’s only an 8 hour per week position; not that I am complaining at all. Working full time still fills me with trepidation because of my fluctuating moods so I am much more comfortable applying for jobs that only offer a limited amount of hours per week. Coupled with my photography job on the weekends and the study I have to finish I think I will be busy enough. The little bit of extra money will be good too. The interview is on Monday morning. Hopefully soon after the interview I will remember to write in this little blog how I went.
Mmmm, well that’s about it. I really must get my butt into gear and get Hubby’s crib ready for his day shift. Geez, he will be awake in just over a couple of hours time. I might forego my usual Seroquel dose tonight so that I will be able to stay awake and not sleep completely through Friday. I’m due to visit a friend this afternoon and I want to pop down to the shopping centre and see if I can find an outfit for Monday’s job interview. Hopefully, despite the lack of Seroquel, I will be able to slip in a couple of hours sleep. I don’t like my chances as I can’t usually sleep at all if I don’t take the Seroquel. Let’s hope I am lucky this time though, and am able to catch a couple of Zzzzz’s.
Ok
Happy
Oh, and since I am raving about good things can I just say that I love my new robotic vacuum cleaner. It is the best $400 I have ever spent. The lounge room and kitchen floors have never been so clean for so long a time. With regular use, the little wonder vacuum is even starting to lift some of the more ingrained husky fur from the carpet. It’s such a cool little machine. I’m so going to let in loose down the hallway soon, and who knows, eventually I might even tidy up the master bedroom enough to use it in there. I love my Roomba Discovery!
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