Life's starting to get more serious

More netball today has left me nursing niggling strains. We threw away a perfectly good lead, but credit to St. Georges' masterful tactics - every quarter saw players move positions and every quarter saw them getting stronger while we were flagging and panicking badly. It ended all square but it would've been ours if they hadn't wasted the last minute by knocking the ball out of court while we were on the attack.

There's no netball next week, but that's a good thing I suppose, with a test on Wednesday and a deadline on Thursday. Plenty of matches the week after.

I've been struggling with career decisions lately, not really knowing which field to go into. Competition is fierce for the 'good jobs' and those ultra-coveted internships, but I'm leaning more and more towards wanting to spend summer closer to home. Banking and finance looks like it’s drifting further and further out of reach and engineering or accountancy looms. All this pressure to land a job makes me want to just go home and be looked after. The Toys R Us theme plays on and on.

Our hoverboard's coming along beautifully on the whole and we're due to start designing it within the next week. The leaf blower we ordered is perfect, so once they've finished taking it to pieces and designing a mount for it, we'll order three more.

There are a lot of things to be happy about, but sometimes it gets difficult to see them.