Monday, December 8
Just Call Me Nostradamus
Fuck's sake.
I didn't get out of bed until nearly 2 o'clock this afternoon. I am going to be so fucked for getting to sleep tonight and getting out of bed tomorrow. Fuck's sake.
And I've managed to do a grand total of fuck all since getting up, so I'm not even going to be tired when I go to bed. Which won't be for a while, I imagine, because it feels like it's about 8 o'clock, not 11. I'm so screwed.
I wish that I did something more exciting on weekends, even having a job or something. At least it'd get me out of the house and doing something. It's very boring just sitting around, trying not to write an essay. Or, 2 essays.
I am looking forward to going to the rugby parade tomorrow though. I'm on the Strand at midday, so it's only 5 minutes walk to Trafalgar Square to watch the bus arrive. Definitely should be a good laugh, and I reckon on getting some pretty cool pictures. Watch this space. Actually, watch this space.