Recently I've been kept awake at night by the new lady in my life. She's a frustrating, confusing, high maintenance woman whom is never far from my thoughts.
Just when I think I've got her sussed she will suddenly change and I have to start all over again. Even though I have to share her with countless others I find myself desperate to treat her right. Due to my emotional turmoil she will have to remain anonymous as even the mention of her name is likely to keep me from sleep tonight.
As this is a blog about the PMA postgraduate course I feel I should get back to more relevant topics, namely the fact that it's only day eight and I have already done more work than my whole first year at university.
With the intensive nature of our course, today was a crash-course in blogging and creating online news articles, it would be fairly safe to assume that conversations consisted of the latest and greatest news headlines.
However, this morning's conversations involved a debate on toppings to spread on rice cakes, how they made great edible plates and the social aspect of a male urinal. One female course member had some interesting ideas when it came to aiming.
I think I have rambled on for long enough and shall leave you with one final pearl of wisdom, toes are fingers for your feet.