The last two saturdays have been gruelling 8am-alarm-clocks, getting to some remote town on the big land mass somewhere on other side of the harbor, and teaching a bunch of form 3 (year 9) kids how to spell and playing games in English.
The saturday morning before the last two was spent behind the wheel and being yelled at by an old man who's supposed to be teaching me how to drive.
Anything before that is a blur now. Life has just piled itself with stuff. I can't even say what all that 'stuff' is. There's just always something going on.
Is it 'cause this is city life?
Or is this work life?
Or my calendar is a magnet for..'stuff'??
