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Ah, Monday. The day when I look at job ads and go 'oooh'. I have three to apply for tonight. I'm hoping to apply for, on average, one a week until I get out of this hell hole. Oh yes.
I want to sleep. And to book a hotel in Edinburgh. It feels really weird to be going back to Edinburgh and looking at hotels. Wrong, somehow. And I keep gravitating towards ones near where I used to live, because I know where it is and how to get to places from there and stuff. I can't somehow shake the feeling I'm going to walk out of Waverley and trundle up the road towards Gillespie Crescent.
Although the fact that wingsmith and I have vaguely planned out the weekend according to friends and, most importantly, food amuses me. I spend a great deal of time talking about food with him, and then I get hungry. Must. Resist.
In other news I desperately need to find a burlesque venue for my dad's stag do and I need to book the Bloomsbury Bowling Lanes for my birthday.
I want to sleep. And to book a hotel in Edinburgh. It feels really weird to be going back to Edinburgh and looking at hotels. Wrong, somehow. And I keep gravitating towards ones near where I used to live, because I know where it is and how to get to places from there and stuff. I can't somehow shake the feeling I'm going to walk out of Waverley and trundle up the road towards Gillespie Crescent.
Although the fact that wingsmith and I have vaguely planned out the weekend according to friends and, most importantly, food amuses me. I spend a great deal of time talking about food with him, and then I get hungry. Must. Resist.
In other news I desperately need to find a burlesque venue for my dad's stag do and I need to book the Bloomsbury Bowling Lanes for my birthday.