Why is it that when I'm incredably tired and short of time, I end up wanting to randomly spod, even though there is actually no spoddery to do?
Am attempting to mix a mayweek and a 9 - 6 lecture course. This is the old Cambridge dilemma of "pick two of work, life and sleep". Half of me thinks that I should be taking the course more seriously, and the other half of me thinks that I have a complete set of notes for it, my friends all leave in 3 days, and the only thing that matters is I don't actually fall asleep in lectures in front of my PhD supervisor. After all, it's important to make a good impression.
On the subject of good impressions, I now have a very large, err, bullwhip bruise on the side of my neck. Thankyou emperor for your immaculate timing, right when I'm in the middle of starting a PhD and half a week before I'm going home... :-(
Must get up and dressed. Every night this week has been busy and late, and there are nice things to say about them all (robert_jones' Midsummer Nights Dream, dinner with ghoti, and last nights callinginginging...) but now is really not the time. Hmm, I said something very similar about Johns mayball and that never got written up.
Someone asked me the other day if I was happy, and it confused me because I wasn't sure what it ment anymore. I'm busy doing fun things that interest me with nice people, surely that's the same thing?
And people are leaving. There are (at least one, you know who you are) people who read this but who don't post who I'd love to prod into actually using their journal now they're not going to be in Cambridge any more. I know, I'm bad at keeping in touch, and they shouldn't compromise what they want to do over that, but... LJ is very easy and very useful.
"Why live in the world, when you can live in your head? Cause you can go out late on Monday, till Saturday turns into Sunday, and now we're back here at Monday, we're gonna do it all over again.... "