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I guess that as this years events have already begun for me, I should probably make a post to share with u how exciting the next several months r gonna b................

Basically, not very exciting at all. My weekly hrs at Spar average to about 36. However, I'm bound to be paid considerably less then 99% of the ppl in the country. Oh and of course the job comes with the added perks of 7am starts and 8hrs straight on ur feet! Very lucky lady I hear u say!

Nevertheless, I remain focussed on my end goal. What is this, u may ask. In truth, I don't know, I'm waiting for Kate to tell me. But when I do know, damn u'll be jealous!

Its late and I can't sleep. I'm totally knackered so yeah, bloody typical really! I've bin wondering how much like an actual diary I could treat this...... I mean, if one of u pisses me off, is it advisable to come here and rant about how much I hate u!? - I think not. The reason I ask is because right now I have a strange desire to empty the contents of my head. Don't worry, I'll refrain. I shall go and buy my own personal diary and write stuff that no1 will ever read. Did any1 ever wonder what the point in that was?

I realise I should probably be telling u what's going on in Gemma land but the truth is, nothing interesting! Basically, I'm posting because I feel inadequate next to ur millions of entries.

In other news, I think I've developed an addiction to commas. If any1 knows of help I could recieve for that, I'd be really grateful!

The moral of this story is............................. Sleep deprivation = mass weirdness!