procrastination

After another lazy morning (surely the guilt of avoiding the gym will riddle me so deep that I will one of these days actually manage to go, surely) I wandered into university. And what a pleasant walk, the wintry sunshine cheering my day making me feel oh so creative, allowing me to appreciate all the insignificant objects and pieces that make up my journey. Now settled in the library I am blinded by such sunshine, one eye aching, burning actually, my vision highly impaired, forcing me to duck down out of the glare, which is hardly beneficial to my already temperamental back.

And the book I have been perched on the edge of my seat waiting for, for the past 3 weeks has still not been returned, what bitch isn't taking notice of her library emails? One of the most important emails out there. Do holding requests mean nothing to you people?! I did the sensible thing of checking it out on Amazon, £65.55, so that's...

I began to feel a little thirsty (which apparently is a cardinal sin, if you're thirsty you've gone TOO FAR, must drink INSTANTLY the dehydration HAS set in) I went to the vending machine, with only a pound on me, surely enough for a bottle of water, the healthy option (well done Roxanne) and a basic human right, but surely not. Alas, a can of Dr. Pepper it had to be.

As you can tell I am spending my time in the library wisely, I’ve managed roughly ten minutes of work, and have subsequently become distracted by blogging. (Super helpful to my career though right?)
Not sure if I should really admit it's gone as far as looking at Chinese babies on Google Images...


Until anon x