Monday, January 5
I am knackered. Forced myself out of bed at 10am. Yes, that was just over an hour ago, but my body is rebelling and demanding I return it to the soft, warm confines of slumberland. I must remain strong however, because if I don't getting up at 7am to go to college tomorrow will mean I'll probably have to come home at lunchtime to catch up on sleep. God I love sleep. It's ace. Even if I have been having a lot of bad dreams featuring school and people I used to know from there, recently. You can never have too much sleep in my opinion. Kitty who stayed with me over the summer took it to a bit much of an extreme however, she claims she can happily sleep fourteen hours a day. Maybe I'm just envious.
Still no sign of the book Rory posted to me. It's been a full week since he sent it. I acknowledge that there may still be a backlog of post from the Christmas period, but this is ridiculous. It's a good job it wasn't anything more urgent. Or perhaps the postman opened the back, saw the contents of the book and decided to keep it for himself? It would be understandable at least.
I rewaxed my hair yesterday for what must be the first time in months. I hate having to rewax it myself, I take so long over it. I think it took me about two hours to do it yesterday and on average it takes Simon about half an hour. Plus I always end up caking my whole head in wax from being too liberal with the amounts I apply. I start off small but invariably end up covered in it.
And in the links section today we have an
article from The Times about the current wave of selfishness in parents.
"Me-first has become an acceptable parental refrain." Rory said it was good to find other people as curmudgeonly as he is, but I don't think that's what the author is being. This is the state of the country today, this
is what people are like. And it sickens me.
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