A day in the life of...

So I've been back at uni (Honours) for nearly a month, now. I'm not convinced I've made any great leaps and bounds, but I think I'm getting the hang of it. I have successfully proven to my supervisors and peers that I am a total idiot, so at least there's no pressure to perform well, now.

I have come up with a new Olympic sport. I call it Synchronised Sitting, and it is very much like synchronised diving, except you aim to sit on a chair/stool/futon/sofa/floor in time with your teammate(s). I think it will catch on. I was inspired whilst watching an episode of Mock the Week on youtube, whereby the camera showed the three members of one team getting back into their seats after a stand-up round. Quite the entertaining show, I must say. As are the Frank Skinner group on Absolute podcasts. I can only listen to these in bed, in case I burst out laughing. I'm not keen on convincing my workmates that I'm insane as well as slow.

I have decided that I need to be more proactive. Actually I've been thinking this for a while now, just haven't had the time to post it. It feels more real when it's written/typed, like it's a record of what has to happen now.

Finding something to wear every day has been a hassle, I must say. It's been okay so far, I guess because I don't have to get up really early or stay really late. But I know that in a few weeks time I'm going to be back at my routine involving a few sets of clothes that I just wear in a cyclical fashion. I hope you understand that by this I mean that I forget I have any other clothes apart from a couple of hoodies, two pairs of jeans, and runners. And a black scarf. Maybe red it I don't have time to iron the black ones.

I recently finished reading 'Lord Sunday' by Garth Nix, last in the series. Had a sort of sad poignant ending I didn't really like. It's a children's book, it needs to be HAPPY! It also ended a little to abruptly, not a lot of explaining. But still, Nix is an awesome writer.

I think I need a desk. Once I sit down on the floor, I really can't be bothered getting for anything. I'm not really sure as to how I should deal with this lethargy. It's almost like I'm tired of being alive. I am convinced I reached middle age when I was 14, at which point I had the ensuing mid-life crisis - I still haven't dealt with this existential crisis-like dilemma. This can't be good. And now I feel like I'm weary in my bones.

Ah, well. Tomorrow is a new day.

Peace and love,

S.