I'm a complete mess, of hunger, sleep deprivation and just general sickness. At least I was appreciated earlier, it's nice when people look at your face to make themselves feel better. I have finally found something I am good at, it's a shame I cannot just have a career in converting shorthand into longhand though...
All work and no play has left me questionning my friends. I think too much anyway, but I await this weekend with great haste. I want to dance and I want to sleep on a floor with just a duvet and crap cushion. Oh Manchester, what have you to offer me?
Can't wait for these 2 months to be over, no doubt I'll miss it when I'm gone.
But then again...maybe not.
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