In which I make less sense than flat-pack-furniture instructions
It’s rapidly becoming “one of those weeks”. Which is a bit harsh because it’s actually the third or fourth of those weeks which makes it more like “one of those months” or “one of those periods of time”.
Not quite so catchy that. And less resulting in understanding and forgiveness when used as excuse for doing, well, nothing.
Hmmm.
Had a great weekend though, so the non-working bits of the weeks aren’t quite so ‘one of those’ or even three of those or whatever.
Back in Bristol I feel solace, comfort, homeliness, security. Which is odd considering I’ve been at my most miserable there as well as my most happy. But still, all the good vibes mean it’s my favourite place to spend a weekend, drinking like students only with the happy wallets of the waged.
So that was good.
And so was winning a prize in my evening class last night. Showing off has its merits when pop quizes mean prizes, oh yes!
In other news, I was amused by a comment from my friend in a faffbook scrabble game who just messaged saying only you could score 22 points with ‘an’
I think she meant it as a compliment.
But other than that, my mind’s all over the place. I’m pretty much desperate for that long weekend now. There’s stuff to wrap my head around like careers and complications and applications and emmigrations…
Come pretty Friday, come…
