Back into my routine...

Indeed. I think Find Your Way will be waiting until after my exams, which are at the end of the week. As usual, I'm woefully ill-prepared for them, so I'll be cramming most of the week to remember as much as I can about ... Medieval Literature and ... late Renaissance Literature. Wonders shine upon me.

Other than that, I may seem like I'm in a really cranky mood at the moment, and you'd be half right. I'm always carrying an undertone of happiness, because I'm that sickeningly optimistic, all the time. But my sleeping pattern and body clock have been out of whack due to having no schedule, so I've brute-forced myself back into gear by getting myself out of bed this fine morning at 11am... After going to bed at 4.

I used to live on 6 hours of sleep, or less, and now I find myself struggling with 7. Psh, where's my backbone gone? At any rate, two 8am starts on Thursday and Friday will soon sort me out, I'm sure. After that, who cares, I'm on summer vacation.

Which is the next hurdle... money, and its necessary accrual. There may, apparantly, be a job for me, as some kind of phone answering monkey boy, somewhere. Which is money, no matter how I look at it, so I can't entirely complain. Well, I can. I generally do when I have to do anything that isn't sitting at home playing video games or watching movies. That said, I do hope I get this job and get some money in, I'm notoriously bad at getting myself work. Not that I don't try, I do. But nobody seems to bloody want me. I blame the recession, like most Radio 2 listeners do. But I don't give a shit about Andrew Sachs.

If I were a DJ, I'd totally be suspended for that.

But there we go. Money is possible. My old boss can go to hell for giving me the cold shoulder, which I'm sure I've mentioned at some point in one of my previous rants.

Arrivadeuchi
Peterrisimo