Jebeeesus. What a mad couple of weeks.

My large monitor fucked out right in the middle of last week so managed to get a new one organised. Aaaak. Stress I haz it.

I even managed to set up a whole complete sign in a program I have never used for a pile of corporate work I am revamping for a client. Right now I have been getting my head around InDesign which I need to get clued up on. Fun. Impy loves a challenge hehe.

With uni coming up early next year and a few things going on time has become rather precious. So having to reassess a few things and work out what I don’t need to be doing to waste time. For the next three years I am going to be immersing myself in something I love to do, I have career options that are slowly building atm and work on the horizon. Life is freekin busy.

I’m going away for the weekend to have a bit of a relax and get away from the rat race and enjoy sunshine and the beach. Bliss. It’s one place I seem to manage to always destress. The sound of the sea and peace.  I’m also going to take some old fashioned paper and pens and draw and write without any sight of a computer near me. Technology is great but sometimes it’s good to get back to basics. Who knows I might come back with some nicely written smut hehe.

Apart from working my bum off and sleeping inbetween I’ve not done much else of late. I feel bad I haven’t even been able to keep up with my normal blogging routine nor go visit others as I am pretty much braindead at night.

Am annoyed at the little one’s Dad atm. He rang the other night and is no longer spending time choosing a gift for him for xmas and his birthday instead I get money to go do it myself. It pisses me off. So instead of going out and buying stuff and pretending Daddy bought it for him I’ve told him Dad is sending money over and we are going shopping and he can buy what he likes. When really mummy would like Daddy to get off his ass and perhaps look at spending money to come see his son. It’s a two hour flight. It’ll cost him $300 he has free accomodation and everything else at his parents. He hasn’t seen his son for a year and a half. Presents and money don’t replace being a Dad. Evah. The thing is I don’t expect anymore of his Dad but it still makes me sad. He doesn’t see the disappointment in his son’s face. I do.

Bring on the weekend I say. Time to forget about the mundane crap and have some fun …