My Sleeping Patterns

They're officially fucked.

Well, anyway. Hello there chaps :)

I thought it might qualify as time for an update. Still in university, obviously, but I'm back in Hastings for a very merry pissedmas and a fappy new smear. I've missed everyone colossally; it's horrible being so far away from everyone. I feel the constant need to touch base with home, just in case something has happened. In case someone has changed and is in some sense irretrievable. Although I imagine I'll feel similarly about my new uni friends whilst I'm back home. My home friends and my uni friends. It's weird that I've got the place I'm from and also this other place that I technically live now, and even weirder that the familiar faces I see every day are now different to all the ones I'm used to. Rather than the slow transition of becoming emotionally distanced, I now have this weird wrench of suddenly being physically separated.

Doesn't help that my girlfriend lives many miles away either. Still, we'll both be back for pissedmas :)

My home friends and my uni friends. What a weird dichotomy :P

But anyway. Enough pseudo-philosophical angsting for now. The holidays are looming just beyond all these deadlines, and in two days time...

Crazytimes :D

Crazytimes...

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Simple Mathematics

Okay, so... say for example that this is me:

Except recently I've looked a little more like this poor little fella 'cause I'm ill:

Which means I should really stay in bed, but my uni looks like this:

Which meant that of course I just had to do this:

Which probably didn't help so much. But guess what I'm almost certainly gonna do today?

Yeah :)

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