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It seems odd that I've waited til I'd left banking and joined a nice respectable computer consultancy to become the work hard, play hard girl, but that's what I feel like at the moment. Lets look at the last week. Saturday was lunch at Paul's (with wine), shopping for beautiful dresses, cocktail party. Sunday was role-playing (wine with dinner). Monday was, blessedly, an evening off (which I have a feeling I spent doing LJ support - how sad am I!). Tuesday was pub night, as per usual. Wednesday was Peter F Hamilton's talk to OUSFG (which was jolly good actually) followed by pub. Last night was pub after work, followed by wine, takeout and Buffy with Alex. Most of the weekdays I was in the office til 6, fiddling with bugs and so on so it'd be home, cook, maybe watch the Simpsons for a bit then out and about again. The week before wasn't that much different - no party and no OUSFG, but pub quiz on Monday night.
The thing is that I enjoy the things when I'm there, and I'm fine at work once I get going (say 10am) but I really hate the exhausted feeling that I get at the end of the day when I get home and I just want to cook and slob out with X-files videos or something but I've got another thing to go to. And I know I'll regret it if I don't go as well. I so nearly didn't go to Peter F Hamilton, but I'm really glad I did in the end. Perhaps I should get a less interesting social group or something. Visiting my family should be quite restful (although it will involve a meal out in one of Norwich's nicest restaurants :) ) but I think that next week I'm going to have to be vicious. Alex's bid for DJ stardom begins (unless it gets changed again) on Thursday night so I'll go along for a bit of that and I wouldn't want to miss out on the pub on Thursday night, but I think I'm going to keep it down to that for the week. Give my liver a break. Pamper myself a little perhaps. Get my breath back.
The thing is that I enjoy the things when I'm there, and I'm fine at work once I get going (say 10am) but I really hate the exhausted feeling that I get at the end of the day when I get home and I just want to cook and slob out with X-files videos or something but I've got another thing to go to. And I know I'll regret it if I don't go as well. I so nearly didn't go to Peter F Hamilton, but I'm really glad I did in the end. Perhaps I should get a less interesting social group or something. Visiting my family should be quite restful (although it will involve a meal out in one of Norwich's nicest restaurants :) ) but I think that next week I'm going to have to be vicious. Alex's bid for DJ stardom begins (unless it gets changed again) on Thursday night so I'll go along for a bit of that and I wouldn't want to miss out on the pub on Thursday night, but I think I'm going to keep it down to that for the week. Give my liver a break. Pamper myself a little perhaps. Get my breath back.
