And talks crap. Is that OK? Good.
My work mates heard all my drama queen stories tonight. Like the one where Hannah becomes Hannah. And the one where I find Hannah’s potential father on facebook. And the one where I unexpectedly meet up with old best mate [embroiled in paternity business] at a wine festival. Even more of a drama queen than I was before. Ah well.
And afterward I made my way to the Botanical gardens to collect child and flatmates and make my way home. I got the kid at least. After I tore her away from chasing the lights. She was exhausted. My new routine is in jeopardy. I have a new routine by the way. It’s called “Operation Child-in-bed-before-Shortland-Street”. It was working well. Until tonight.
Oh yeah. So I couldn’t take brilliant pics… low light… alcohol… whatever. Already I’ve broken my new year’s resolution of being a fab blog photographer with my serious camera shake. Heh. Keeping up my nail resolution though… sort of. Almost at 90%. Also in danger of heading back down to 70%. Clear polish is called for.
Oh man. I need to go to sleep.
And after all that? Boys still suck.