Monday again, and the Blog has suffered as my Horse (Railings, no.7) failed to fill my pockets with badly needed food money. it was only a minor bet, $10 that wouldn't have made a difference to anything much as the TAB lost out on Makybe, but it was $10 that I would've spent on an extra feed at Uni.
but here I am, as one of the essays due tomorrow is almost complete. I dragged it out all weekend, and it's more evidence than anything that I can only do things when there's a big fat deadline that's really deadly. I've been witness to huge and shocking events, and because people may actually read this thing, it's better to leave it as unexplained and mysterious.... oooh....
My role in the world has been wildly fluctating between gossip queen and counsellor, and it's been all the more frustrating because I've not been on the coast to enact these roles in person. It serves me right for pushing the limits of these essays further than is strictly possible. I mean, this has gone quantum. Only my skills at imitating a terrorist/hostage, and at being eaten by a jumping shark, have saved me from utter failure in half my units. well, at least extended the fall. there's about 18 hours for 4000 words - around 220 an hour. minus sleep and driving to uni... I'm boned. so very boned.
that and blogger's been acting up and not letting me post. frustration.
posted by Keegan at 3:39 pm
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