Thrown off

So I'm sitting here, it's past midnight and i am fully awake. Partly due to the 4 coffees I consumed today, partly due to the whirlwind of events that occurred while working such a long week last week. Really, I should never work those types of Friday double shifts ever again- I think I hit about 50hrs this week between my first job and my catering job. It really has been hectic and things are starting to run together. It's made all the more difficult because I have switched from doing standard monday-fridays and moved to a rotating roster. I don't even know what day it is these days and now I'm experiencing feelings of unreality. I'm both amazed that I survived this week and in a way, sad that it has ended. It sure was a rollercoaster.

Tomorrow I get to go down to see my mum who I haven't seen in a very long time. I know that she misses me, and that nowadays she supports me but she still faces the bullshit from my relatives and the rest of the peanut gallery. All this over my choice of how I live my life. Yes, it's my life, not the life of some close minded wanker with blinkers who chatters at the yumcha table. I go and 'socialise' with those drones and what happens is that I listen to 6 or more aunties and uncles who have an extraodinarily limited political, social and moral perspective. There is no awareness, none whatsoever. Do I really want these people to be a guiding force in my life? Not a chance..