warmup

It’s 3.58 in the a.m. I’ve just walked to campus and now, I suppose, I’m going to start work on my essay. It’s due in 11 hours; should be plenty of time. I even have one or two ideas of what I’m going to write about.

We moved house yesterday: it went okay, mostly because Nicola did pretty much all the work. I had to referee – did well – and later on play 5-a-side. Must cut down on my sport.

So the essay: no doubt I’ll be crying and tearing my hair out soon enough – though by the time you read this it may be done, to a fashion. I’m such a bad student. But not such a bad human being.

With love,
Rory