they will be cheated assiduously by their servants.
My mother is watching Eurovision, my dad is screaming about Elaine Paige and my sister is crying howling. I don't feel well, as nothing I eat has been willing to digest over the past couple of weeks, and the insomnia is back with a rather inconvenient vengeance. And I can't concentrate on Keynesian economics. And I'm not sure I can major in French, which means I'll have to major in Political Economy, which is just, well, shit. Here's hoping several emails will save me.
Suddenly, two of my closest friends are dating each other - ah, what? It unsettles me. I can't see myself getting used to it. We're all a big platonic group and this is just odd and out-of-the-blue and apparently everyone saw this coming but me. Huh. (I can't help it, I just don't have that couple-y instinct; I forget that people fall for each other.) I have forbidden them to break up - that would just be awkward for everyone concerned. I have ordered them to get married and have kids and grow old together. And they're still in that happy we-could-never-be-without-each-other-how-could-you-even-contemplate-us-breaking-up stage, so they agreed. Phew.
I'm happy for them. They're both that strange species of vulnerability. Those friends you worry about, and think nobody will ever be good enough for. So it's really quite marvelous that they've decided to get together, since they're probably the only people whom I think are deserving of each other's affections. (Affections, eurgh. I'm so used to it all being platonic.) My friend Gen described them as Jane Bennet and Mr. Bingley. And oh my god, is it accurate. They can just never break up. Ever. I'm pretty sure the world would explode if they did.
Anyway. I should perhaps go and study / reply to comments / sleep / do something useful with myself. Past midnight and I've still so much to achieve before I can lay in bed with my eyes open and not feel guilty about it!
Suddenly, two of my closest friends are dating each other - ah, what? It unsettles me. I can't see myself getting used to it. We're all a big platonic group and this is just odd and out-of-the-blue and apparently everyone saw this coming but me. Huh. (I can't help it, I just don't have that couple-y instinct; I forget that people fall for each other.) I have forbidden them to break up - that would just be awkward for everyone concerned. I have ordered them to get married and have kids and grow old together. And they're still in that happy we-could-never-be-without-each-other-how-could-you-even-contemplate-us-breaking-up stage, so they agreed. Phew.
I'm happy for them. They're both that strange species of vulnerability. Those friends you worry about, and think nobody will ever be good enough for. So it's really quite marvelous that they've decided to get together, since they're probably the only people whom I think are deserving of each other's affections. (Affections, eurgh. I'm so used to it all being platonic.) My friend Gen described them as Jane Bennet and Mr. Bingley. And oh my god, is it accurate. They can just never break up. Ever. I'm pretty sure the world would explode if they did.
Anyway. I should perhaps go and study / reply to comments / sleep / do something useful with myself. Past midnight and I've still so much to achieve before I can lay in bed with my eyes open and not feel guilty about it!