The organised chaos

Ah. Ee.

How would you feel after interviewing a young woman whose husband not only physically abused her but also committed adultery when she was heavily pregnant with their second child? Stories like these pain and drain me. I have so much to say about that but my eyelids are threatening to clamp down over my eyes.

But otherwise, it’s all good. One of my mottos for this year is to stay positive and optimistic, and it’s been working out so far. Despite the crazy workload, I’ve been coping pretty well (minus the “ohmigawdineedtofinishmywork” waking up shock at 4.30am). I’m anticipating the birthday because it’s also the day we get the keys to our east end so we can finally start married life proper. I’ve bought heavily discounted tickets to watch The Ting Tings live next week (thanks to Pinkbee!) and I can’t wait to dance to Great DJ.

It’s going to be a rocking year, recession be damned.

Imagine all the girls,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the boys,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the strings,
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.
And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums.

(PS: Go catch the music video here. It’s zany!)