Dec 09, 2005 14:06
I'm a zomm-baby, I'm so tired. I feel more dead than I did after fourteen 12 hour night shifts I did in a row in the summer, plus I got paid shit-loads for doing that, now all I've got to show for my all-night toil is a head full of feminist crap, greasy hair, and eyes that are burrowing into my head. If there's anything to make you hate women, it's The Norton Anthology of Literary Criticism, pp. 1049-12,347.
Aaarrghhhhhh....
So I've decided to finish off the cider and get drunk.
We got a letter off the accommodation people saying there's gonna be a new person in January so we had to fill out a little grid stating our names, interests, etc. God, it's not gonna be good next year. Don't want Jess to go! Mind you, I'll get so much work done. Plus they said we can't have anyone staying in her room over New Year, ha! we've got like 10 people with dibs on her bed (it's the comfiest so I might nab it); I've got quite a few nominees for mine! Salpie's got it into her head that she's gonna be sleeping with me, hehehe...
Gosh, I'm drunk on lethargy. Ironically I'm listening to 'Let's Go To Bed'.
I've sort of sorted my phone, well it's buggered but I've put my SIM card in one Lucy found on the road a few weeks ago. It's quite snazzy actually, got one of them cameras. Feel a bit bad about taxing someone's phone but that's just another thing to keep me awake at night, as if worrying about that bloody Hanedan restaurant isn't enough.
"Go to bed Faye, you're tired!!"