Thursday, September 14, 2006
These days, I get up early in the morning, have breakfast in my room, put in an hour or so of work before heading for lectures, starve for the rest of the afternoon, cook or reheat leftovers in the evening, devour dinner (with enormous relish, I might add), and then spend the night doing whatever I feel like doing without anyone bothering me. It's heaven. Or close to it, if the suite below ours weren't a bunch of potheads wafting marijuana fumes up to our rooms and playing guitar and singing till 12.30am. Still, it isn't too bad when you've invested in a good pair of noise isolating earphones, and windows can always be closed.
So I haven't got anything to complain about, besides the regrettable fact that I'm having a certain amount of trouble overcoming the inertia of summer and readjusting to the hectic flow of college life. Being paralysed by a growing sense of panic isn't helpful either.
words were spilled on Thursday, September 14, 2006