I've got some friends, some that I hardly know

i have been awake for too many hours and worked for even more. I am tired and restless and sat here wanting to write but not knowing what about. I submitted my pdp today, i stayed up all last night doing it sleeping for two hours and then powering through to give my presentation and then go on to work an 8 hour day cleaning. i even hate the word cleaning nowadays.
My presentation was at 10am and before that i had to buy a memory stick, transfer all the work i had done last night that was due for hand in over to it (community of practise essay, action plan etc) and also print this blog. Im not going to lie i hated this blog more than anything this morning, i went to print it from the webpage but apparently you cant?! i had one of those mornings where if there is a higher being out there looking over you, you know for sure he is screwing you over. I painstakingly copied and pasted each entry into a word document and then tried to print it in colour, and being the poor lowly student i am couldnt afford the 946 print credits required for this format and so had to resort to printing double side in black&white.. oh the shame..
By this point i was late for my appointment with Rebecca my lecturer and i was sat in the lift, yes sat down trying to quickly organise 30 sheets of this blog into a folder with plastic wallets that wanted to be stuck together like supermarket carrier bags where you just cant seperate them and you can feel the pressure of people staring and time ticking by..
When i met Rebecca i rambled on about my blog stating, oh i wish i could rewind time that i was sorry i had had to print it out in black&white and now it wasnt 'pretty'?! i sounded like a small child. This carried on through my presentation where i rambled, used the word 'like' about 50 times in every sentance and genuinely wanted to cry. I couldnt even try to impersonate a more confident persona.
After this ultimate fail which was predictable, but atleast for this presentation i didnt get all hot and rashy (lets find the silver lining wherever we can) i proceeded to be late for work, get my breaks taken away from me and walked around like a zombie for 8 hours before returning home getting dressed to go out, getting changed back into my pyjamas when i realised it wouldnt happen and then hanging out with some people who are really lovely and interesting.
I always think that the times where your like me sat in your pyjamas in your room not wanting to see/talk to anyone and then you end up looking like shit hanging out with people and being happy and having those times that you cant plan/recreate/forget.

'We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage'