This Tuesday has flown by surprisingly quickly. It's 8:55pm and I'm approaching the end of this print run for the day. Overtime has passed like water through my fingers, if that water was actually money and fingers were pockets, oh and if by 'through' I meant into. Anyway, you get the idea.
These overtime evenings seem to never let up. It means I'm getting little else done though. Going home to relax on an evening is not something I am seeing much of. If I'm not working over I'm seeing my son who gets all my energy.
Having finished ARROW series 1 last night I can concentrate on Breaking Bad 5 being scratched off the list. There's loads of other series to watch though, so finishing a series in some ways is a case of never catching up.
I fleetingly thought of my 40th later this year and how best to mark the occasion. I keep swaying between messaging people to turn up for one drink with me, just telling family where I'll be or doing absolutely nothing. Nothing is leading in my head today. I may fade away mid year and please myself. I have thought of going to a Scarborough with my son for a night and having a couple of hours with my stepchildren. That would be enough. I guess it's kinda sad that I don't have close friends who I see every other week to call on. We've a grown up into separate family units who I am of no importance to. Rightly so.
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