month end = my end

as danielle mentioned in a recent email: it's month end, i've fallen off the face of the earth... or at least the social continent on said planet.

i've been busy with overtime, talking to birthday folks, and trying to plan our trips to london and paris. to top it off, i'm working on getting rid of this cold.

my success hasn't been great, but yesterday i made progress. after work i ate, talked to srs (mostly at the same time), had a shower, grabbed hitcherhiker's guide and went to bed. it's been a few nights recently that i've been exhausted but unable to sleep. there's just too much going on. finally, last night, i went to sleep early, and started to sort of lose it. i think i was so exhausted, mentally and physically that my body and mind stopped working properly! i woke up kinda stressed and out of it, and couldn't even answer gerry when he asked what was wrong. went pee, and then came back and realised i'd been dreaming about orders. i woke up randomly through the night, but basically had a good sleep, relatively speaking.

why the physical exhaustion? well, it's not that easy to be sitting at a desk all day, while not having slept well the night before, also i really need to be working out more... i've kinda fallen off the train since coming here. to top it off? ah! indeed... a story:

last week i asked some ladies to meet up for dinner on monday. elaine's going to college in dublin soon, isabel's going on a vacation for two weeks, trish is also off to college, but on friday next week, and beverley came too, but she's not going anywhere, yet... so it seemed like a good time.

we met up at cafe bar deli and everyone was close enough to on time. gerry was dropped off on the way, because he was meeting damien (beverley's boyfriend) for a pint as i had planned to drive.

everything was grand. good time, good food, great company. because i figured i'd be picking up gerry from somewhere on the road to beverley and damien's, i offered her a lift home. poor her. we went to the garage, and my car wouldn't start. so i decided to give it a push to see if it would start. well, the little push ended up being a bigger push (we were sure it would start going down the hill through the gate–the garage attendant held it open for us) and it did! but then beverley had to stop for the red light. gerry and damien were called and they came over. we pushed it the wrong way down a one way street, and YAY! it started again! and then it died. again. did we block traffic? of course! so we were pushing it down st.patrick's street (the busiest street in cork, especially at that time of night) and miracle of miracles, it started again. and i kept it revved the entire way home so it wouldn't die again. soooo crazy. i was stopping with the handbreak so i could keep it revved up, please keep in mind, this is in a 95 ford fiesta (a real party in a car). we were at stop lights and roundabouts, and i'm revving the engine... ah! the looks.

somehow we got home.

the next day i was in for work at 6.40 because gerry had to drop me off, and he works at 7. good news? got lots of work done.

gerry got a new battery for me, but the light still comes on... at least it starts now. the security guard at work told me to unplug the back window defroster. apparently with too much moisture they short out and cause battery drainage. i did it. anything to help, really.

at least now i know my my arms were killing me last night, too much pushin'... and definitely not the good kind.