week two

damn, it's hard to keep track, but i guess it doesn't matter.

it was a tough week, i was struck by exhaustion on monday morning and it didn't really go away until yesterday, i've had a couple of rough nights (using some of it constructively), joined my late uncle's family for his memorial service, completed two half-day courses, learned a hell of a lot at work, got in some coding, successfully migrated my podcast to podcast garden (which significantly improved my itunes offering), got positive feedback on mr smear, survived a regression in his superhero identity, a date night listening to cape cultural collective at the daily music show

this afternoon when i left the office i said something so cringe-worthy to a recently-disabled employee that i wanted to send myself to sensitivity training, no matter how good my intentions may have been.

mr smear singing a bit at the temple again for the first time in ages, a lovely dinner with family at my mom's (although gd's back wasn't up for it), mr smear passing out on the way home, spending the evening catching up on doing my own thing purposelessly (and being upset with loud neighbours)

and now it's saturday morning, the week is over, and i'm calling it a night. i think. maybe there's a level of a game left in me.