2005-10-03
Wooden Cannons
I've moved. I am so tired, though, it should be illegal for me to be in a social setting. I came here to do homework and study, but little is getting done. I've handed in my res keys, and I'm bringing the adress tomorrow so they can send me a cheque. Did I ask how much money I'm getting back? No.
I want the sugary coffee but a) I feel like I'm going to die and b)my winter jacket is getting tight feeling - and that's not something I'm in any position to replace.
Yesterday ought to have been an amazing day, but due to stress, exhaustion, and eye-burning (don't ask), it was just...strange. I walked from the university to church in the freezing...freezing!, and then spent the whole service trying to warm up (I had packed the said tight jacket). We had communion and I cried; later, me and S.P watched a show in the common lounge about how it is possible to make a wooden cannon. It is! Now I know how to make something besides a scarf. (Tremble, world!).
So I went home later and spent the evening and much of the morning unpacking. I met Socks (I will post a picture of him later), our house cat. He is a sweetie but the most neurotic cat I have EVER, EVER seen. He cries when I shower, when I sleep, when I walk somewhere he can't go. You open the fridge and he's in it, you shut the door and he's under it (I'm waiting to see if this will happen when I pour a bowl of cereal..). I hope he settles down, he's moved quite a bit in the past few months.
Anyways, upwards and onwards, or something like that.
I'm going home to watch cartoons!
suzza at 10:16 a.m.