We’ve only got four minutes to save the world

I fell asleep at 7.10pm last night.

I did wake up an hour and a half later though. The house was empty. I watched The Worlds Largest Man at 9 pm on Five, then Grand Designs and Desperate Housewives on Channel Four+1.

Then I went to bed. 20 minutes later, Sarah got in from work, got her washing and left again. Somewhere around 1 am, I actually fell asleep. Then an hour later the others came home from The Hobbit. I didn’t find this out until this morning afternoon when they all got up, but they didn’t wake me up coming through the door, so it’s ok.

This morning I was half hour late to the lecture, because I thought we started at ten, but it was the odd week, which means it was the 9.30 start. It changes back and forth each week, just to confuse us. Then continues to follow the pattern over the three week easter break, so the odd weeks become the even weeks. And vice versa. It means I have 2 lessons tomorrow instead of one, because that changes every other week too.

It means i’ll be cutting it fine getting to work in the evening, and I bet i’ll be running the place tomorrow, too, ‘cos Emma has the week off and they never cover her shift. They just assume I’ll do both jobs, which I don’t mind normally, but it’s nice to get someone to replace me, if I’m going to be doing someone else’s job for the night.

I’m seriously considering quitting university. It’s just not for me. But I probably wont. It’s weird. On the walk in, I am always feeling good about uni, thinking it wont be so bad, I can do it, I enjoy it, then by the time I’m walking home again, I’m always thinking about what things I could be doing if I wasn’t at uni for the stupid 11 hours a week, spread over FOUR days. It might not even be so bad if it was over 2 days, and then I might actually do something with my life on the other 3 weekdays!

Oh I dunno… In the words of Miss K L J Rowles.