Lent and such things

Having made the resolution not to do anything for Lent until after my P.D. deadline, I now find myself having to stick to that resolution. Therefore, I have taken up my music practices every day (except Friday and days when I have lessons), which I have recently neglected, and, additional to this, I have taken up going out for a run with Toby (hopefully more or less) daily - dependant on when I get home, and also excluding Fridays. Today, I put my resolutions into practice, with the result that, at 21.30, I had done everything I needed to, and was entirely ready for bed, not to mention ready for sleep, because I have exhausted myself - which I have realised was my principal aim, subconsciously. I then, of course, did the stupid thing and consulted Facebook, and my blog, and now, I will go to bed. Ish. One more Facebook - I have a notification...
Goodnight
xxxxxx

All nearly over :)

Since my ski holiday, I have literally been working non-stop on my P.D. and I could swear until today, I was sure at every step of the way that I would not have it done on time (it's due Friday). If I have said I was up to my ears in something before, I must have had a misplaced sense of where my ears are. My ears, in this instance can be found above my head, and in most others can be found on my ankles. That is the difference between this and any other deadline. The end is finally in sight, and I just wrote a list of what's left to be done on my folder, and what's left to be done on my practical and it has all fit on one piece of paper! This is a definite first (because I gave up making lists, as they were always too long and made me depressed).

Last night I had one of my weirdest dreams ever. It seems they're with me to stay; this is about the third strange dream in as many days. Unfortunately last nights was not nearly as amusing as the other two. I kept waking up to shout at the invented characters in my dreams, who were laughing at me and my misery about P.D. and to scream at other characters, also invented, and tell them that 'No, I wasn't okay, and I wasn't going to be. I was going to be permanently damaged by the stress of this project.'
As I said, one of my weirder dreams.

In a strange way, Friday can't come soon enough for me. I'm still not finished, but as soon as it comes it doesn't matter if I've finished, because I can't change it. Others will have taken it out of my hands and there won't be any point even thinking about this last hellish month any more. So, Friday, bring it on.

Also, I think we're having a celebratory dinner/lunch out together on Sunday, which is my motivation to keep moving forward, no matter what. And plus I might get my hair cut Saturday. Oh,and red nose day. I simply cannot wait. All that's left to do is think of something beginning with 'C' or 'R' to dress up as, in the spirit of Comic Relief.
xxxxxx