Today is going SO badly. I haven't done any WORK yet, and although I am having a perfectly pleasant time (Gavin and Stacey out-takes, thank you iPlayer), news of a visit from Martin in a few weeks and chats with Trotsky this evening, a snowy back garden to look at (with the largest bird footprints ever, it must be my massive woodpigeon - oh, cheeky), a warm house, lots of porridge, and not to mention the fact that Helen is also back and being both wife and husband in this little marriage we've got going on. But have I made a start on the commentary of Iliad 6 that encompasses an ENTIRE MODULE of work? Or the other two essays I have to write, neither of which I have a title or a clue about? Not really, no. I realise that I am writing this instead of just getting on with it, but I think this might be the last stage of procrastination. I just don't have any work stamina left, it actually decreased over the three years of my degree, and is now almost non-existant due to the excellent excuse I have in having a job aswell. Although thinking about it, that's basically the only other commitment I have. I am well on my way to finishing my remaining chocolate coins, am about to head downstairs to make a cup of tea, and hopefully Helen will come back fairly soon to distract me. It makes me wonder what I'm going to do when I have to write my actual summative essays in like, a month, and whether I should be doing this MA at all. I mean, I should, and I can, I just wonder if my lethargy is going to blight the whole rest of my life.
Ooh, Gilmore Girls repeat will be on now...
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