Pluck up the courage and snap it's gone again.
Been confined to my room all day trying, and for the most part suceeding, to write a postmodern review of the Nuffield's repertoire.
On a break now, my mp3 player was interrupting my thought process with memories so I was just floating around in the past a bit. It's pretty odd thinking back, how we all ended up where we are now. Despite that I have lots of free time to look forward too and naught but an analytical report to attack over Easter. Just the remaining 1000 words of the essay and then.. blank. I'm fantasisng about a noisy messy pub and lots of pints and mooking. Nothing that can be had for at least a few days considering how skint I am. Perfect evening plan for some point this week is a long session in Trev followed by a huge smoke. Maybe if the weather holds up a walk up to the temple with a sketch pad and some moody music. As much as i've been longing for summer to bring lighter days and warmer nights, it seems I want the cold and dark today. Lancaster winter, or something.
It's possible because of the varied and large amount of work i've had on recently that i've not had time to mook. I shouldn't even be doing that now, as small amount as 1000 words is, i'm struggling to remember the performances i'm supposed to be analysing. 10 minutes to work-time again, I think i'll prepare a brew and put another Death Cab tune on.
Join me...JOIN ME.
On a break now, my mp3 player was interrupting my thought process with memories so I was just floating around in the past a bit. It's pretty odd thinking back, how we all ended up where we are now. Despite that I have lots of free time to look forward too and naught but an analytical report to attack over Easter. Just the remaining 1000 words of the essay and then.. blank. I'm fantasisng about a noisy messy pub and lots of pints and mooking. Nothing that can be had for at least a few days considering how skint I am. Perfect evening plan for some point this week is a long session in Trev followed by a huge smoke. Maybe if the weather holds up a walk up to the temple with a sketch pad and some moody music. As much as i've been longing for summer to bring lighter days and warmer nights, it seems I want the cold and dark today. Lancaster winter, or something.
It's possible because of the varied and large amount of work i've had on recently that i've not had time to mook. I shouldn't even be doing that now, as small amount as 1000 words is, i'm struggling to remember the performances i'm supposed to be analysing. 10 minutes to work-time again, I think i'll prepare a brew and put another Death Cab tune on.
Join me...JOIN ME.