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In recent history I’ve learned that you can put yourself through a surprising quantity of working hours without suffering a mental breakdown.
Three days and still I’m torn between missing him and feeling hurt about some things he said. Ugh, feelings.
Haven’t done any dissertation work for around 3 weeks, so now I have to try to draft my first chapter in one day.
Coming down with a cold. :( Literally a day after everyone around me complains about having one. Cue shovelling into a pan every vegetable I can find for dinner.
"I find hugging hard, unless I’m drunk,"- a sad truth I found myself telling a friend earlier today.
Pros about tomorrow:
- I have now found someone to join me on the journey around London from Oxford.
- this thing I’ve designed and made (to take) is actually pretty cool. I am one proud inventor.
- weather report says there will be a thunderstorm tomorrow.
- I have to carry my apparatus on the tube without it: breaking, being mistaken for a bomb, impaling someone.
Should be fun, no?
I’m 20 and yet the London underground is still a mystery to me. Have a unit trip to our site in Newham and I have to figure out how to get there on my own because I’m lame and haven’t buddied up with anyone in my new unit yet.
Second time I’ve attempted to plan wine club, and it’s looking like a 50% chance of failure. When did it become so hard to plan a piss-up?
Dissertation’s going well. Design’s going well. What is this? Can it please always be like this?
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