Tag Archives: tired

Work work work

14 Mar

Man alive. I am knackered. I have no idea how long I can keep up this two job malarkey. I usually work 47-57 hours a week. When you throw in the 2 hour daily communte to Ayr, that’s a 57-67 hour week. Jeezo. 

I am constantly shattered. And a constantly shattered Judy= no fun. I’m so boring these days. Last night, I was at a surprise birthday party for one of the galz from bar job. I had one small, solitary glass of wine, and left at 8.15pm. Yes, you heard me. 8.15pm. LAME!

What’s even lamer? I was in bed and fast asleep before 10 o’clock. Yep. In bed before ten. What on earth?  What happened to all the partying I used to do? Or staying up past half ten? What happened to that? I don’t like it.

I know, I know. It’s all part of being a grown up. Life can’t be all late nights and binge drinking. Have to start being responsible, thinking of consequences. Can’t just take the day off because you feel like it. You need to work.

Urgh. I dunno what to do. I feel like an empty shell of a person. Like all my personality and vitality has been stripped away, and I’ve just become another corporate zombie.

 Judy Frary, welcome to the real world.


Roll on 5.30pm

19 Oct

I cannot wait to get home today. Tonight is the first night where I don’t have anything planned in god knows how long. No gigs to attend, no gigs to work, no pictures to pose for, no pals to meet for dinner, no binge drinking needing done. I could not be any happier.

I think I’ve had about 35 hours sleep in the past 8 nights, averaging at 4.375 hours per night. Yep, that sounds about right. I am going to go home, tidy my room, make a big fuckoff pot of pasta, watch The Inbetweeners on 4oD and go to bed at 9.30pm. I will not arise until 7.30am at the earliest. 10 whole hours of sleep. 10.

I am going to savour every single minute of it, because when Wednesday kicks off, I’ll probably be back to 4.375 hours of sleep per night.

Thank fuck for coffee.