All this nothing is wearing me out
You’d think I work in a mine 12 hours a day and then I head to my 8 hour job in a field planting tomatoes, if you saw how tired I am. My eyes weep of their own accord and I am ready to head to beddy bye and it’s merely 7pm. All this to show how pathetic I am.
I made €120 today and I couldn’t be prouder of myself. This is the only honest (HA! This statement is quite funny if you knew how I made my money) day’s work I’ve had since I moved back. And, although you might be wondering, I assure you we have spent just a tad over that in the last (I can’t even begin counting) months. This money pays for our new monitor, or 2/3 of it. All 22 glorious inches of it. Now I can see what goes on on the right side of my monitor. Which isn’t much, surprisingly.
I am so tired. I taught an English lesson on Thursday. To the most awesome kid. I am usually terrified of children, because they tend to tell the truth about everything. I, on the other hand, tend to shy away from the truth any chance I get. And yet, this kid was fun. And she liked me! Take that! I was wiped after an hour and a half. I must get in the habit of doing, because I suck at it. And now, all fingers crossed, I may have a very busy teaching schedule ahead of me from the 1st of March on. That would totally rock my world. A paycheck, people! *swoon*
And so I have next week to clean this house like it’s never been cleaned and then forget about it, as I join the employed again and finally become a productive member of society. That might be a bit of an overstatement, but I’m a dreamer and that’s what I do.
