This week started off extremely well with a visit from Jayne who has graced us all with her presence as a result of her turning 21, which is apparently, not a cause for celebration: "Happy birthday! How does it feel to be 21?" "Shit. I hate this birthday." Still, we are going to go and get drunk anyway, because that is what we do. (Well, what I do, she may have to go home and be tucked up in bed by 9 with a hot water bottle and a cup of cocoa). Peter's birthday was also this week; I gathered from his, "I got your card... Thanks..." that he was not as impressed with it as I was. It had "BLANK INSIDE" scrawled across the front (already funny) and then I had literally left if blank inside and posted it to Bradford (even funnier). Seriously, who wouldn't want me as a girlfriend? I am a hoot.
The week has slowly gone downhill, however, as my workload is continuing to climb and my motivation (both to work and live) has steadily dwindled. In an attempt to be scholarly and do some work, I headed out of my house this morning only to realise it was probably the sunniest day of the year so far and I was going to be spending it sweating to death in the library. I saw a gathering of carefree first years on the way, basking in the sun and making no attempt to hide the fact that they were happy and loving life. It took all the self restraint I had not to run over and punch them all in the face, so I settled with a "FUCK YOU ALL, I HOPE YOU GET SUNBURNT AND FAIL ALL YOUR EXAMS!" and went on my merry way.