It's the end of term: the last week of the first Semester has gone,
it's five to seven Saturday morning, and I'm getting ready to go to
St. Étienne / Lyon / Paris to see some of the lovely French folk I met
this summer. Absolutely shattered- didn't get to bed until late, and
then the wind was bizarrely loud, so didn't fall off for ages. Will be
alright though...
Hope traveling today goes okay, will be busy, lots of waiting around,
but I think everything's going to be good.....
Extremely excited about going to France next Saturday, arrangements in
place, just have to buy a few things, pack, and off I go. Well, that
excludes the shocking pile of neglected Uni. work I've left to do. I'm
blaming the backlog on being ill the other week: it's partly the
cause, but also I've just been thinking about one of the essays for so
long, trying to work out what to argue (and now, the more I analyse
the argument I'm making, it becomes weaker, more superficial and full
of holes).
At D's tonight, the end of a gathering where all I did was eat Skips,
read Charles Taylor, and take photos, but for some reason I feel like
it's the end of an LCR. Really want to have a decent day tomorrow, get
the first draft of my SPT Essay done and a decent plan for the silly
Glob. World essay done, and some decent revising for SPT test on Monday.
Don't really know what to do now- might stay up and work for a bit, or
might throw in the towel. Been sleeping so much lately tired of it.
Annoyed, a bit sad, just want to have a break for a bit now. Role on
next weekend...
