I’m not having a lot of success with this poetry thing.

Not that I want to make excuses, but I’m knackered. This new work schedule and my infection has knocked me for six.

I don’t think I was ready to go from two to five days a week. I’m nodding off as I type this and I have to get back to work. I’ve had a rare cup of coffee to wake me up a bit. There’s the prospect of vodka and silliness this evening to keep me going (nap first though!); what more could I want?

I wouldn’t mind being able to do some writing 😦

Have a good weekend

Rose

[Edit: a friend from uni saw this blog post on my Facebook and commented in verse form. Cheeky git.]