Waking nightmares

Sleeping ones too. Needless to say, I am back in Wellington. Having had a good break while overseas. Now trying (and so far, failing) to find my life here.

On the upside, I have a lot of clothes and food. Mostly clothes that my parents bought for me while I was with them, and food I bought for myself once I got back here. In fact buying said food has been the only useful thing I have done over the past two weeks. And I seem incapable of doing anything without help. Which is beginning to piss me off more than a little.

Haven't done any work on this chapter of results I'm meant to be working on. Meeting Tony next week and so far have absolutely nothing to show him. It would be okay if it were just that. I'm not doing anything. Haven't done any crafting for the past fortnight either. Hmmm... this is the maudlin mood I'm in. So I'm going to use this space to talk about the things I have done from the list of things I was meant to do.

I did end up making the insulin bag for Nick (who, incidentally, is being lovely at the moment). It doesn't have a button to keep things together but is mostly functional. I am making a new friend. And she is awesome (love you Heather!). I did make soap cupcakes and have the photos to prove it. I did have a craft stall selling cloth pads. It was an abysmal failure, but I did do it. I'm working on hanging out with my brother. And I am scheduled to review a dance show early next month. So I know I'm not entirely useless. Just feeling like it right now.