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Friday the 13th is not a good day to start essays. Just for the record. If anyone reading this has any experience of writing postgrad level literature essays, do get in touch. I'm sure it's not as difficult as I'm trying to make it. I don't know whether to be delighted or frustrated that after an afternoon of 'brainstorming' I've produced something very much like an article submitted to the HSCP forty-some years ago. I'm on the right lines, I'm just not being very original. Do I need to be? I said I'd be using this journal to whine. I warned you.
Tonight I'll be working THE ENTIRE NIGHT on the door at Electric Dreams, because Daniel has thoughtlessly chosen this week to go to Ibiza. I'm not jealous, honest. I do wish Paul would get his passport processed so we can go on holiday.
I wonder whether it's acceptable to disappear tomorrow and spend the day in the library, emerging in time for my pre-birthday birthday celebration in the evening? It's what I'd like to do, just to salve my conscience.
Tonight I'll be working THE ENTIRE NIGHT on the door at Electric Dreams, because Daniel has thoughtlessly chosen this week to go to Ibiza. I'm not jealous, honest. I do wish Paul would get his passport processed so we can go on holiday.
I wonder whether it's acceptable to disappear tomorrow and spend the day in the library, emerging in time for my pre-birthday birthday celebration in the evening? It's what I'd like to do, just to salve my conscience.