Alors...

I am sitting here in the hallway again, yes, the internet trauma continues, a background disturbance in my everyday, hum-drum life, at 3.37 am, trying to make myself tired. There is a slight pique behind my eyes, but really not enough to convince me to turn off the hallway light and head to bed. Wednesdays were for me originally my Spanish day, 9am lecture with a teacher who's name is pronunced in a similar way to Nacho, and then the rest of the day to myself... sorta, there's just steel band bang in the middle of the day just to break up the monotony of being. Now I am a big fan of steel-bands, I have always loved listening to them and I love playing them, it gives one such a massive rush when a piece comes together, it makes everyone happy just listening to them. But 1-3... really? Oh well. This week though, is slightly different. Today at 1pm I have an important meeting about the year abroad next year, for which I had to postpone a meet-up with my dad, and steel pans doesn't even feature. Quite co-incidentally, they have been moved to Friday, my other day off. I never get any peace anymore obviously. Me-time is rare, but well deserved. Not that it matters tomorrow night, as the gentleman and I are going on our first date. EEEK! It was originally scheduled for yesterday, but due to rubbish timetabling of said gentleman's workplace, he had to work. We had a text conversation instead. Not the same, but hey... it's something right! Things might well be looking up?!?

Filtness out xx