After complaining that other people don’t update their blogs enough, it seems I’m not very good at it myself. Although, in my defence nothing has been happening unless you count reading paper after paper. I currently have 377 research papers on my computer, and that’s not even all my course. I’m sorry, but that’s just not going to happen! I’m at about 50 so far but my mind is starting to break from shear volume of pretentiousness. I think people who don’t have English as a first language write better papers as they don’t try and jazz it up in fancy incomprehensible language.
Still, at least I’m working, something that this time last year I never thought would happen. I wasn’t planning on being here now far less working in a productive fashion and behaving as much like a normal human being as I could ever hope for. Here’s to antidepressants! (and Nick of course!)
On a lighter note, cheesecake. Or at least picnics. Nick and I went on a village pub crawl on Monday. Got the train to a random village between where we both lived and attempted to visit pubs in the neighbouring villages. The only slight downside to this was that none of the pubs were open which scuppered the idea somewhat. This is despite signs all over some of them claiming ‘Open all day’. Lies, damn lies. Still, it was fun. The food was nice and the pub that we did find refreshed us.
And on an ironic final note, the spellchecker on this blog doesn’t recognise the word blog. Odd…