I've crashed head first and screaming into the wall and have reached the dreaded "blogger's block." Not sure why, I seem to have plenty to say every any other minute of the day and my life hasn't exactly become any more or less interesting in my opinion (or at least I hope it hasn't gotten any less interesting!)

I think it's because of this dodgy roster I'm enduring at work this week. After 10 days of holidays during which I slept/ate/drank/cleaned/played etc etc, my first shift back was 2 night shifts, followed by a less-than-satisfactory 10 hour break till the next shift, followed by another shift, followed by a morning shift (hate those!) and now I have one 'normal' shift followed by a 12 hour shift to go before I get any time off. 

It seems like I haven't done anything other than work and sleep. I've been having these weird and vivid dreams of people I know dying and I woke up the other night convinced there were hundred's of ants in my bed (of course there were none) and then I attempted to wipe these imaginary ants out of my bed, waking my confused husband up. I woke up half way through my ant erradicating act, and realised what I was doing and felt silly, but kept on wiping, just in case there were some rouge ants I hadn't gotten rid of yet.

So hopefully I will find my Muse again soon (speaking of muse, I'll be going along to see them play next week :) and return to the land of blog with much vengenance!