Too much to do, not enough time. The story of my fucking life. Except there's no fucking in my life at the moment, except the self-done kind.
Half the weekend is already gone and I feel like I have too much to do and I know I have no time to do it in. Studying being top of the list, but also laundry, and planning for my party, and meeting up with C and M at Spitalfields, and I'm sure many other things that are sure to suck my time away and then it will be another Monday.
Things have been a bit hectic around me, though my life seems very still by comparison. Everyone I know is in upheaval. Everyone has big problems or big decisions to deal with. And not unexpectedly, I am often the sounding board for all these friends. Which is fine, but I tend to prefer to focus on things like my friends, than things I should be doing, like studying, and so I am steadily fucking myself over. Which isn't good.
My drama is in a lull as my dating escapades are also in a bit of a lull. After not finding much in the first batch, I'm onto the next batch of potentials. One who wants to schedule a first meeting for coffee, which would be cool. In the meantime, I have managed to wrangle another fancy meal out of Mr.Noshow for the week after next as he's away this whole week. And possibly some play for the week I get back from the states. But for me, this is planning too far in advance. I don't really want to be begging for table scraps a month or so from now. I want someone to indulge in and be indulged by. But I know that's really just wishful thinking and unlikely. Table scraps are filling in the interim.
On the plus side, my neighbor just brought me over a bowl of spicy shrimp, jollof rice, and plantains. Call my lunch sorted! Yay!!
30 July 2006
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