today i've been indoors revising, as i have for the past few weeks, excluding the much anticipated friday nights. tomorrow i have my first exam, which is one of the english literature papers, on Othello and The Merchant's Tale
i've been slobbing around the house, so here is a very unattractive picture of me in a cardigan of my grandma's, maroon tights, and an old stripy t-shirt
(note i'm also wearing my glasses or 'gig-lamps')
i fell asleep last night with a huge torch (ha) and The Oxford Book of English Verse, which i've been meaning to flick through for a while. perhaps it'll inspire me to develop my uninspiring writing. I am constantly waking up at night, fumbling around for something to write with, and waking up disappointed. and tired.
does anyone reading this wear contact lenses? i'm considering a laser-eye operation
wishlist: latex stockings, latex opera gloves, tassled biker jacket
listening to: Orange Juice - Simply Thrilled Honey
reading: Bleak House - Charles Dickens
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