Monthly Archives: June 2005

So summer’s arrived, and for all my whinging about wanting summer to arrive right now I’m hating it. My hayfever is incredibly bad this year. Bad enough that I’m seriously starting to wonder if I’m going to have to go … Continue reading →

Bleuch. So, it’s the day after my last night and I feel ropey as fuck. I’ve gained a mouth ulcer – my nose is blocked, and my legs keep trying to deposit me on the floor. Still, I’m managing to … Continue reading →

I’m trying to confuse my brain. It’s not really working. Attempts to sleep today were foiled by my body’s insistance that it was: a: sunny b: day-time c: (despite repeated instruction to the contrary) not tired.

1000 words in. Long pause to write notes on the next segment. This week I’ve got rid of: My dads’ Pentax camera, my Harmonium, the Rev Counter originally bought for a GCSE project, and my pillow. My pillow? Yes. I’ve … Continue reading →

So, I’ve got to do a playlist for Pride, well, actually I’ve got to do an essay, but I’m listening to my playlist for our paradey bit in Pride. It’s got to be roughly sixties, but I’ve kinda wandered a … Continue reading →