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For some reason, I'm not tired. I know it's twenty to two in the morning, and I'll deeply regret it later, but I'm just not. So I shall entertain you and myself with a brief round up of the things I've done this week (or last ten days or so).
This week I have:
~Been the only cello in a performance of Beethoven's 1st symphony.
~Got a taxi twice.
~Been visited by my mum.
~Heard the OUO do a really good Rite of Spring.
~Written a 3.5 page analysis essay in 2.5 hours flat in order to be able to go to Po Na Na.
~Had an insane Thursday consisting of lecture at 10, class at 11, tute at 12, piano lesson at 2, tute at 4, writing an essay in the evening and Po Na Na until 2.
~Spent a lot more money than I really should have in the newly opened Oxford Primark.
~Seen cling film used for purposes which cling film should not be used for, ever.
~Had my entire Saturday stolen by Rosanna (luuurve you).
~Hosted a small, select, black-tie and totally debauched gathering in my room, whilst sober.
~Written an essay on obstacles faced by women composers which started off fairly neutral in tone and which, by halfway down side 6, had mutated into a feminist tirade against male dominance.
~Been drawn on in felt-tips.
~Spent my eighteenth consecutive Valentine's Day card-, chocolate-, and flower-less.
Tomorrow I have no tute, which is good because it means I have time to do the reading. On the other hand, there's still that string quartet to write, and I don't even really know exactly where I put it, and it's due lunchtime tomorrow. This should be concerning me more than it actually is.
Anyway, night night. I hope you all had very happy Single Awareness Days.