Day 39

Today is one of those itchy days, when something always tickles. Even as I type, although I should be a)writing an ethics essay, b)preparing for my looming, dooming french exam, c)getting back into poetry as I keep telling myself I will, d)remembering what sleep feels like, or better yet, performing the act of it, my sides tickle, my nose itches. All day, legs, arms, ears, I feel like I have chicken pox. Similarly, that little spider keeps crawling around in my head, and every time I get remotely close to forgetting about the inevitable BAM, here it is. Ouchouchouch. (I've noticed my repeated habit of multiplying a particular little word by three in this blog.)

I just had to seriously consider what day it was before typing further. Wednesday? I believe so.

Day Back: 2

Essays Written: 0

Essays needed to be written: 6 billion.

Motivation level: non-existent.

University offers: 0

Physical need for a party of unimaginable size and grandeur: huge

Food consumed in just one day: Mash, sausages, cookies, crisps, lasagna, apple, more crisps, pizza, banana, pasta, block of cheese, more lasagna, kitkat. IHAVETRANSFORMEDINTOANELEPHANT.

Drinks consumed: tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, wine.

Number of people I miss: 3

Number of people I don't want to die, but certainly break a limb or two: 3

Number of hours until I must be awake to go to four hours of education which I have grown to loathe: 7.5

The probability that this education is destined to lead me to my inevitable fate, of living on an estate with 5 pikey kids, working in a chip shop, becoming obese and never marrying or getting out of the fiery hell of Dorset, despite all the essays I do eventually scribble: Highly likely.

Number of times I have briefly thought about him, stared into nothing for a silent moment of feeling that hurt flash back, and then shaking it away: Countless.

ARGH WHY AM I SO ITCHY. That was my knee.

Today, I don't have much to write, mostly because not a lot has changed. In the last 39 days I have written all there is to be written about what we have done to ourselves. I need some inspiration...

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