Woah, it's crashed into double figures here, with a balmy ten degrees and eleven forecasted for tomorrow. Hold me back.
I have not disappeared, but have been off trying to be a diligent student and, more often than not, being passive-aggressive about every writing assignment I have (heck, the birthday ficlet only got finished because I have a class paper to write for Friday). This is my second-last week of classes, ever. Like, ever ever. Could ever either be: great as I sleep-in and get to focus on my real study, or: frickin' catastrophic as I sleep-in and piss around wasting time.
So, I'm pretty out of touch with modern music actually. I've been meaning to listen to Xfm to rectify that, put sounds to the names of some of these bands at least. This evening it became seriously distracting as Franz Ferdinand, The Bluetones (flashback!), The Stone Roses and Belle & Sebastian came on in the space of about half an hour. So worth a listen (some trendy annoyances) - it's online
here.
Now I really, really want to go to a festival. Preferably Benicassim or Reading. Also, someone buy me
this t-shirt or
this one as I'm gripped by band t-shirt glee and I love that artist.
And I think I am going to try a relaxing glass of this bottle of wine which is sitting on my desk and which was opened last Friday. Hopefully it has not gone off, though it is a fucking merlot. Well, a cabernet merlot.
I wish I could go to bed.