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Eating apple and cinnamon porridge in the garden. No wasps and only the occasional distant bee. Serving fish and chips to customers wearing flowery dresses. Reading Keats' poetry in the shower. Distracting my brother from studying, and vice versa, with interesting conversations. 
Listening to new music (The Honey Trees). Reading Amusing Ourselves to Death (Neil Postman, 1985, very very interesting) for an essay on entertainment and journalism. Getting very encouraging feedback on a short story. Going out for lunch with three lovely friends. Borrowing too many books from the library for my exam next week. Getting distracted by the warm(ish) weather. Chatting to the funny people that live in this white house. Waking up with a tapestry of sun falling on my bed.
Quite a nice couple of days. Nice can be a rather insipid word, and I am trying to cut down in my use of it. But sometimes it is the right word. Not super. Not brilliant. Not absolutely marvelous. Just... nice.
The next couple of weeks are going to be a bit frenzied I think with the three exams looming, which is a bit daunting. My life is a constant wrestle with worrying, but I'm going to try my hardest not to get too stressed and to enjoy the process of looking over the themes and topics from this year.
We'll see how that goes...
(Pictures of sunlight: sifting through the train-station windows, falling onto my journal, touching the top of the Clyde.)
We'll see how that goes...
(Pictures of sunlight: sifting through the train-station windows, falling onto my journal, touching the top of the Clyde.)
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