I've accepted the fact that, at least for the near future, my life is going to include an awfully unnatural number of hours at work. But I cannot accept that work and sleeping is all I have time for. To that end, I am now officially time-managing like a boss, in order to fit as much as possible into the final two months of 2012.
To start with, how's this for a productive weekend? Over the past 72 hours, I...
- Performed in a show on Friday night
- Fit in a birthday party after the show, despite being tired and having my hair in a ballet bun
- Cleaned my flat top to bottom on Saturday morning early
- Worked for most of the daylight hours of Saturday
- Went to the ballet with my mum
- Adopted a kitten for an hour. My neighbour's tiny white and ginger kitty shot through my front door as I got home from the ballet and didn't want to leave right away. And who am I to deny a kitten hours of fun with my laundry drying rack?
- Worked for a few hours early on Sunday morning
- Had a lazy Sunday seafood lunch
- Consumed the hugest triple-decker ice cream cone in Hout Bay after lunch
- Watched mass amounts of series with Le Boyfriend on the couch
- ... and got drunk on said couch. On a Sunday.
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