Got up this morning, I felt like a shit. I know that not being up to the point where I felt that I couldn’t make it today, doesn’t mean I would be okay. But I went, trying to take everything easy or maybe slowly and spend my time really wisely Actually I was too tired to keep my eyes and ears open.

There will be another one in two weeks’ time at another venue. People in the office is organising that one was keen to listen to our experience from yesterday and the day before yesterday. But you know what, I was too exhausted to give any suggestion or make a comment. I ended up keeping my mouth shut and looking at their exciting faces and saying nothing. I couldn’t understand what their excitment was all about, I couldn’t think. My brain just shut down.

I’ve already got a new job from my colleague who was the team leader of this Tathra venue team. She asked me to bash her with a big bat if she puts a hand up for next year’s CF. I promised I will do that. It was such a fullfilling job, at the end giving you such great feelings of being achieved, but it was also very stressful. We all felt that we have been drain out after the past two days.

I don’t know how long it would take to get fully recovered, maybe a couple days, maybe one week or so, but I know I might have to shut down myself for the rest of this week. I will be fine next Monday. But this evening when I was doing a bit tidy-up for those photos that I took at Kianinny, I did feel a little pity that I didn’t get to do the canoeing.