Back to "Stalag 14"

Back to school today. So good, i love getting up early, I do it all the time for fun. I love doing work as well, I read Shakespeare in my spare time.
Think I'm a liar? You're quite right.

It is 9.48 pm. Usually this would be the middle of my day. For the past seven weeks I have been getting up at about 1 o'clock, lazeing about until about 2, then heading out for whatever activity, return home, and head off to bed towards 1am.
Today, I rose at 7am, got the bus at 8, spent a day working hard, came home at 4, shovelled some horse dung (in passing, we own horses, I didn't just randomly go and scoop up some horse's "ex-dinner" for fun), washed some dishes and became an agony aunt to a friend in a crisis.
My golly, what work. I feel as if I'm about to die...or maybe just fall asleep. Same thing.

Oooo and BIG news. Feeder (big band, for those who don't know, did the song "buck rodgers"? Look it up, I promise you'll recognise it) are coming to play in a town near me! A hhhuuugggeeee band in a tiny venue in a tiny-ish city. Ahh soo happy, actually one of the best bands of all time. Yeah, just thought I'd share the love and throw that in there :]

Apart from the mahoosive change in the old routine and the Feederness. I guess it was a pretty average day on the whole. Some good times built in with some not-so-good times, but it's all fabbytastic in the end.

I would write something more interesting but there's nothing more to tell. So until there is, toodles :]

Melody.HellYeah x