Or not. I'm stuck inside on this lovely, lazy Sunday afternoon trying to make myself sound credible and competent through my professional portfolio assignment. Unfortunately my supervisor decided to word most of my evaluation comments negatively so I cannot put many in without changing them and they uni will pick the changes up when they mark it. Damn. So I'm left clutching at straws, hoping new ideas will jump out at me.
Friday night was a friends 21st birthday party with an under, over and beside the sea theme. I went as a beach bum/tacky hula girl. But at least I was comfy.
My brother comes back from freezing Melbourne tonight for a week. We haven't seen him since Christmas and this time he is girlfriend-less (she's seeing her own family).
This is week is the last week before the ERC Proserpine camp so it's all hands on deck to ensure this thing runs smoothly.
Next weekend is full of "family activities" in honour of my grandfathers birthday and my brothers return.
When am I meant to get this work done I ask you?
Time is what prevents everything from happening at once. ~John Archibald Wheeler
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