Well I made half of what my upper target was supposed to be, but that serves me right for a) booking 4 solid tours when I've never done more than two short ones in a month and b) booking 4 solid tours in a month meaning I'm working for most of the month, completely forgetting about the fact that I menstruate and c) to be quite honest, not considering that I'd probably burn out.
Because I think I have. Thankfully it's not a career-ending burnout nor is it a "I really demand a holiday" one (because I'd be absolutely fucked with Green conference starting today and uni starting straight after), but I will welcome this break over the next few days and possibly a week or so after that because taking outcalls while I settle into second year doesn't sound wise.
Boy am I pissed off with punters though, literally absolutely sick of some of them and the way they have been treating me. This month I've had my boundaries absolutely pushed to their limit, punters doing "innocent" things I don't offer and therefore didn't consent to, punters giving me the impression they're GFE as fuck and then turning up expecting the most PSE and traumatic roleplay this side of Daddy/Daughter porn. Usually the bad is balanced out by the good but I can only remember a handful of lovely ones.
It hasn't been brilliant, but I'm now only two more grand away from the tax threshold so I'm happy about that as I'll almost definitely meet it before April. Then I'll be one fifth of my way onto the UK considering me human.
Anyway time to go and party with the hippies, see you all in a few days.