April 4, 1997
St Kilda
8:20am
Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping. Graveyard shift tonight, so I have to get in some zzzz before I punch my card.
I actually enjoy working those hours, basically I'm there by myself, for eight hours of uninterrupted envelope stuffing fun.
9:30pm
At the last minute I ended up seeing my friend today, who is out of hospital, but now laid low by a viral illness she's had this week. She seemed ok today, and her child is radiant. They seem to be coping. Hanging in there, in that anger/activity period of mourning I suppose.
Went for Mexican this evening. How I love Mexican food. Well Aus/Mex, I'm sure it is in no way authentic, but it's good anyway. All that cheese, and beans, and yummy beefy stuff, and tortilas - OOOhhhh, aaahhh I am groaning, I'm STUFFED!
We are going out to dinner with my parents on Saturday evening, I wonder if they will have received the card by then? Honestly I hope they don't get it until Monday, I'm sure it will make things easier. I haven't done anything like that before - write a card and tell them how much they are appreciated, and that what they do for me matters, so I'm not too sure how they will react. It could be uncomfortable. We'll see.
So in the end I didn't manage to catch those zzzzz, I've been too busy indulging my social life and stuffing my face to sleep. If I go to sleep between now and midnight, I'll wake up at 11:45 feeling like shit. I've done it before and its not pretty, hair everywhere, growly, ugh.
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