okay, brain, I deserved that
So after yesterday's hissy-fit, my wonderful, superfantastic, ever supportive & generous cuddle-giving boycreature said I could camp at his crashpad for the weekend while he's away. Solace & solitude in a study-friendly safe space. Awesome sauce.
Woke up this morning after he'd left feeling that is was the right decision, even if I come off as weaselly to the lodgers who I'll probably never meet again; it's less awkward for everyone if I'm not RIGHT THERE excluding myself, and this IS my degree programme here - I think I'm allowed a little reclusive-graduate-student eccentricity once in a while. So, feeling loads better than I did last night, I wrote half an essay in two hours, and it's good, and it's gonna be done early, and then I can move on to the next one this afternoon.
The next essay's sources are all sitting in my witch-tower room at the house, forgotten in hasty and deranged flight. Thanks, subconscious.
Woke up this morning after he'd left feeling that is was the right decision, even if I come off as weaselly to the lodgers who I'll probably never meet again; it's less awkward for everyone if I'm not RIGHT THERE excluding myself, and this IS my degree programme here - I think I'm allowed a little reclusive-graduate-student eccentricity once in a while. So, feeling loads better than I did last night, I wrote half an essay in two hours, and it's good, and it's gonna be done early, and then I can move on to the next one this afternoon.
The next essay's sources are all sitting in my witch-tower room at the house, forgotten in hasty and deranged flight. Thanks, subconscious.