The school day has finished! Hardly long and arduous given the fact that my only class was from 10 till 11 am. But even so, I encountered great difficulty in removing myself from the retirement home-esque comfort that my double bed offers me. Nonetheless, I concluded I would learn nothing whilst trapped in the confines of my gargantuan duvet that so separates me from the fresh cold air seeping in through the window and the stagnant warm layer inside.
Given that it is a Friday, I'm certainly lacking in a party mood. Freddie definitely tried to stoke some enthusiasm up whilst on the phone to me before; I don't want his efforts to be wasted so I figure I'll go for a run around the park or just do something that's engaging that somewhat lifts me onto higher emotional planes. The past week has been pretty rough, the recognition of many sharp realities and long-running ritual mistakes have yielded the need to be treated immediately rather than postponed to a time of a better mood. As vague as I will leave them now but sure to be elaborated upon at a later date, they have to be nipped in the bud now when the ground is still fertile and chance still remains. However, I have found a safe sanctuary in the pages of Hillary Clinton's biography and frankly, it's positively engrossing. At the times my bag is full, I'm happy to parade her face on the bus and tube as I take her in my hand to and from places. I think this quasi-obsession is growing...sure, it possesses negative connotations but it's something I need to embrace. I need to feel inspired and am now looking West of this country to attain it.
For the moment however, I need to nap, refresh and then sit down to a warm cup of Earl Grey whilst pondering what lays ahead for the day.
1 comment:
i've linked your blog to mine, do you mind? i suppose if hillary can give you some inspiration in life then she could possibly may be a good thing
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