catastrophe

In Need of Xanax

Disaster. Disaster. Disaster.

£300 and four frantic hours later, I’m in class again..

And it’s Love, Love, Love…

And So It Is

Good news:
I’ve never had such a wonderful time, learnt so much, been so excited in a classroom. Ever.

Bad news:
Life as it was; lazing about in the mornings reading my RSS (endless) feeds, timesonline, last week’s copy of the New Yorker ends right now.

We are talking
trips, trips, TRIPS for the months of October and December.

And I’ve not even survived my first one yet. Off to Oxford on Monday. You should see me now, all jittery and hyper. But at least I’ve channeled the extra energy into something useful - buying clothes for Fall/Winter (ordinarily, such a chore would be beyond me, and yes, I mean that).

Simply can’t wait for red and orange leaves.

The weather is simply mad.

Finally

The paperwork is done..

So relieved, so happy..

P.S. Text you, baby!

And They Wonder Why Sharks Attack People

“A team of three biologists from the Barcelona Aquarium waded in yesterday and, after two failed attempts before a crowd of hundreds, finally managed to capture the flailing shark with their hands.”