There's A Thing Called Having a Life?

Could really be good at this hermit thing I've got going. I read (currently more Bolaño than American History), eat, drink litres of water, play some PS3, play with the monster dog, post the occasional update on Facebook on my lack of academic prowess, eat some more. And I have a face mask I need to get rid of, so by the end of the exam period, I'll hopefully have really great skin.

Can't bring myself to read The Original of Laura edition I have, it's too pretty to spoil. I'll wait for a paperback, or it to go on sale and buy a second one. We partied ridiculously on Saturday: too drunk, too tired to do much, enough booze and coffee to stay up all night. We did stay up far too long, I think we slept a collective half hour. At some point I held court in bed, I think I was fully clothed, or hope I was. Very heart-felt conversations with lovely people, and then a pathetic discussion with a very nerdy boy of 14 (I don't think he was 14, he might have been 16, or 18, even) about discipline. He could not argue to save his drunken hide, so I promptly informed him that he could return to talk to me when he had learned to think. Harr, harr. We had far too much fun with scathing remarks, and I was in horrific form from having bitten my tongue for weeks. It ended in a cuddle-fest of a naschpiel. Everyone piled into bed, and got up hungover and miserable a few sleepless hours later, with sprained arms and stiff necks.

*Naschpiel, a word for after-party. Alcohol and coffee pre-requisites, sofas and good music almost as crucial.

( Where I rant about an epiphany )

There's A Thing Called Having a Life?

Could really be good at this hermit thing I've got going. I read (currently more Bolaño than American History), eat, drink litres of water, play some PS3, play with the monster dog, post the occasional update on Facebook on my lack of academic prowess, eat some more. And I have a face mask I need to get rid of, so by the end of the exam period, I'll hopefully have really great skin.

Can't bring myself to read The Original of Laura edition I have, it's too pretty to spoil. I'll wait for a paperback, or it to go on sale and buy a second one. We partied ridiculously on Saturday: too drunk, too tired to do much, enough booze and coffee to stay up all night. We did stay up far too long, I think we slept a collective half hour. At some point I held court in bed, I think I was fully clothed, or hope I was. Very heart-felt conversations with lovely people, and then a pathetic discussion with a very nerdy boy of 14 (I don't think he was 14, he might have been 16, or 18, even) about discipline. He could not argue to save his drunken hide, so I promptly informed him that he could return to talk to me when he had learned to think. Harr, harr. We had far too much fun with scathing remarks, and I was in horrific form from having bitten my tongue for weeks. It ended in a cuddle-fest of a naschpiel. Everyone piled into bed, and got up hungover and miserable a few sleepless hours later, with sprained arms and stiff necks.

*Naschpiel, a word for after-party. Alcohol and coffee pre-requisites, sofas and good music almost as crucial.

( Where I rant about an epiphany )