||[21 May 2007|05:24pm]
I'm just writing to let you know that i think i might cry. My essay progresses, however, i am sick, and my whole body hurts like when you get a really bad paper-cut and get soap in it by accident. (it snuck up on me like said paper-cut).
Honours is okay, but i'm tired and my workload only increases, never getting smaller. I guess i kind of dig it, my work is getting better. In the "you can write an essay on it, but it's not always much to look at" way.
I'm starting yoga in two weekends time, but i just realized it might cut into my zombie/dead person making commitments. Oh woe. Nevermind, the bigger concern is how i will do all that, and then still make it in one (un-pretzeled, un-bloodstained) piece to Dj Shadow, and whether my tired old soul will tolerate celebratory party favours, to celebrate, well ... Dj Shadow and his awesomeness, and the fact that semester one will be mostly over.
I think that's everything. I'm feeling particularly verbose at the moment but i don't want to bore you.
P.S: Josh Goot for TARGET!
I think i like the sound of this more than Stella for target.
Because stretch jersey is already a low-qual/budget material.