I never got over it, I just got used to it.

One of the hardest things about getting over someone is that time when you realise that you have got used to being without them. When all that is left is just a dull, hollow acceptance inside that you will never see them again. Life goes on, of course, and things change, and you change too, yet part of you still aches to be with them again.

I've had a pretty shattering day at work (is that even an expression, oh who cares!). Two new admissions to take care of, school and parents to ring. One of my 'new admissions' managed to hack into blocked websites on my laptop, god knows how she did it - she's going to be an interesting "challenge" for the next few weeks.

I'm really hanging out to get some more boys in my class. At the moment, I have a pretty skewed gender balance as there is only one boy, and six girls! and girls can be so so tiring. Boys I find are more straightforward.

Pizza for dinner tonight, we're having Ali over and she's bringing home-made Pizza dough. Then it's off to the gym we go for our first personal training session with Matt. Exciting.

God, this post is like verbal diarrhoea! bleh!