I am at present avoiding everything. Studying. Writing. Determining what to copy for my dissertation. Going out. Talking to people. Reading. Everything except watching My Name is Earl. Because I'm a tv addict, a fact which reared its ugly, cackling head whilst I lay convalescing on my hotel bed with my organs trying to murder me from the inside out. I just watched sitcoms, sitcoms, and more sitcoms. Some drama, too, but it was mostly Friends, Everybody Loves Raymond, and whatnot. So now I'm stuck watching Earl. But it's so addictive. And I really don't want to study. I figure I can put it off for one more day before the world forces me to get serious again.
This past week has been a blur. I got food poisoning on Saturday, got on a plane on Monday with my appetite back, got itchy spots somewhere above the Atlantic, freaked out when I saw myself on the mirror in Amsterdam, arrived in London on Tuesday, wound up in the emergency room on Wednesday morning, slept through the day, woke up at midnight, watched some tv, then slept on until 1 on Thursday. So I feel like it's just been one day since I got back. It's weird.
To be productive today I think I'll sort through my pictures and finish up the ending for that Steve/Sam thing I promised so long ago. It's not short, guys. I don't know why I keep hoping for that.
This past week has been a blur. I got food poisoning on Saturday, got on a plane on Monday with my appetite back, got itchy spots somewhere above the Atlantic, freaked out when I saw myself on the mirror in Amsterdam, arrived in London on Tuesday, wound up in the emergency room on Wednesday morning, slept through the day, woke up at midnight, watched some tv, then slept on until 1 on Thursday. So I feel like it's just been one day since I got back. It's weird.
To be productive today I think I'll sort through my pictures and finish up the ending for that Steve/Sam thing I promised so long ago. It's not short, guys. I don't know why I keep hoping for that.