I’m missing the International Women’s Day thing I was supposed to be going to today – blame the 3,000 unwritten words of essay on women. It’s a good essay, but I’m tired and haven’t got half the energy or books I need. It’s not due until next Thursday which is good, but then I’ve got another lovely 3,000 words to write on princely burials. I want to die.
Meeting Hairy from work for a pint/coffee (possibly a pint of coffee) tonight, and then onto a pub with one of my friends for a much needed night off. Thursdays now leave me horrendously drained as I’m up at 6.30, onto campus for 10 with four hours of seminar on the trot. Then to the library for the latest books I need, study, another hour of seminar then back to a coursemate’s house for tea and an hour of moaning. She’s great when you need to rant, because she doesn’t really listen to you and knows little of my life, but she sees everything in black and white and can’t really understand why I don’t want to do what she advises. Back to campus (normally running because I’m late again) for an hour and a half of balance class before home and bed. Hairy was amazing last night and has a lasagne ready for dinner – first time he’s tried to make it, and it was pretty delicious! I think part of it was that he feels a bit guilty – in a hormonal outburst I said that I felt like he goes out with his brother more than with me (for dinner and the like). Turns out, I’m not crazy and Hairy agreed with me. Now we’re spending more time working on it and want to give more time to each other. It’s been hectic and stressful all around over the past few weeks, so I don’t blame him at all.
Urgh. Long paragraph, sorry.
I’m about done here actually. My life is rather dull at the moment – just uni work and panicking about jobs! Hope you have a wonderful International Women’s Day, hopefully with less rain than me