Well, Rory's back home again now. I managed to not cry when talking to him all yesterday and today, which is an improvement. He even talked a bit about
them without me getting upset, somewhat of an achievement. He told me quite a bit about
Milton Keynes (where I've never been and where
they live), and about his disappointment with
the infamous concrete cows, they obviously can't afford some real ones. Some information about them from the BBC: "In the 24 years since they arrived they have been stolen, had 'pyjamas' painted on them, BSE graffiti and even had to have been rebuilt after they were beheaded." Excellent. You think they would have taken the hint though.
I haven't done anything today. I've been in a better mind frame than yesterday, for some reason, but the day has been just as boring, if not more so. I'm looking forward to doing things again tomorrow, though I've no idea what we'll be doing at Swarthmore. The tutor probably told us to find something we should bring along, though I'm damned if I can remember what that thing is. I'm in for a surprise then, I guess.
I've had a brief flick through the books I borrowed from the library on Still Life and I've concluded it is one of the most boring subjects I've ever come across. I couldn't stay focused on the text for more than about two paragraphs at a time. Not a good sign. I also tried to start reading
The Passion of New Eve but the style is distracting and the main character a bit unlikable. I only managed to read two chapters, but I'll try more next week.
In a desperate attempt to fill the chasm of available time I have, I started making Phil a birthday card. The first one went completely wrong though and ended up in the bin. I salvaged a few pieces, and had a second ago, and so far so good. I can't afford to be wasting all this card and all these sparkly stickers!
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