I’m really tired and I’ve got to finish this fucking portfolio for this cunting tutor, the guy who’s last portfolio I’m contesting his marking of.
I had did go out this morning and burn off a bit of raw energy, but I wish I’d just gone for a proper run. Tomorrow I got kickboxing which’ll be nice.
I just want to have these two portfolios handed in to the best of my ability. I want my rent paid, and I want to listen to some really loud music and spend a few days outside.
Mostly I’m stressed about the portfolios and the rent.
Stupid mandate. Stupid deadlines.
Went for a long grumpy walk that turned into mostly a run.
I need to get re-acquainted with my trainers.
like hell Phil.
I can smell the sea air. The rest of my time I’m going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I’m going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? [She plucks a grape] I shall die of eating an unwashed grape one day out on the ocean. Blanche, A Streetcar Named Desire- Tennessee Williams
There’s a satirical beauty in Amazon’s parcel to item ratio.