I am fucking exhausted.
It was a hard day staring at my computer and taking phone calls from students and filling up printers with paper. But it was a goddamn breeze walking for miles in the dark, in the rain, through the cold streets of Sheffield to my Portuguese lesson and then walking home 2 hours later in the even colder darkness.
Today I have walked between 6 and 7 miles. When I got home I was FUCKING hungry.
I fucking hate the wind. The wind and the rain make me angry. I fucking hate when you have your umbrella up and the wind keeps jolting it around and blowing it inside out. It seriously insences me (like people whacking into me) but when it's the Wind that's pissing you off with it's unpredictable cuntyness your anger is in vain. It has nowhere to go. God, the amount of times I've walked to work being pissed at the wind, pissed at the rain. Bastards.
Anyway, as I say, I am exhausted. End of the week (nearly) and my Wifey (best friend) is going to take me out on saturday, yay!
