I am so ridiculously exhausted so I will be brief.

Centrelink appointment in the morning.  I was panicking and running late.  The only park was in a zone which was no parking until 10am.  It was 9.50am so I risked it and received a $60 fine for my daring.  Not a great start to the day.

The man I saw was actually quite lovely.  I know that in theory.  He asked me what I had been doing since they last paid me.  I said about the Christmas casual work and tutoring in a couple of schools 'but, in truth, I just haven't eaten much'.  He was such a Dad about it!  'You should have come to us earlier, rather than starve!'  For all his niceness, the facts still made me feel a bit shit.  After having such a productive, arty day yesterday, there is nothing like the government to remind you that your efforts mean nothing to them.  Grant applications do not count as jobs, despite the fact that they are what 'looking for work in my industry' means.  I don't think the system gets artists.  10 jobs a fortnight, regardless of industry, interest or suitability.  

I sat in my car holding my parking fine and feeling like shit.  Considering my bank account is $27, things weren't feeling great.

Then I tidied myself up and went to my job interview at for medical reception work.  It started like a nightmare.  They tested me on computer literacy and then (oh horror) on medical spelling.   A medical word I had never heard of would appear on the screen and I would have to say if it was spelt correctly.  The dyslexic kid guessed every single one.  When I emerged from the test, the woman kindly said 'you haven't used medical terminology in a while, have you?'  

I must interview really quite well.  Despite that, I have my first shift tomorrow.  It is temp work so they can't guarantee me hours but I also have two full days next week and may very soon be given a regular Saturday morning shift at time and a half!  

I spent the afternoon shooting with a friend.  We are both doing self-portrait projects so decided to combine forces.  We both shot self-portraits but both had the other person in our images as a 'prop' to use as we saw fit.  Teaser:  Sometimes it does disturb me how convincingly I pull porn faces.   

Alice came over and to read my radio play with me.  I edited script, sent it to my actors and sound designer/boyfriend (notice me dropping that word rather frequently), edited photos and then panicked about having nothing respectable (read 'boring') to wear tomorrow.  

My first medical shift in five years.

I had better sleep tonight.

PS.  Sorry for any typing errors in this.  I am very tired and cannot bring myself to proof read.