sleep? what's that?

Once again, i have conceded defeat to boredom, and the many distractions in my room all appear to be screaming at me simultaneously. This week has been non-stop, i'm telling you. Here, let me list all the shit I've been slaving over since Monday:

• UCAS - if it were a woman, i would punch her in the ovaries. Monotony personified.


• Book Project - trying to get hold of a retro fax machine was time-consuming and, ultimately, pointless because, by all accounts, they no longer are purchasable. Bollocks.


• Installation - possibly the most fun and worthwhile task on this list. So many ideas, so little space. It will be worth it, though, I don't doubt that for a second. But staying at college til gone 8 EVERY night, really?


• Christmas shopping - don't get me started.

Yeah, so basically i'm suffering from chronic tiredness. Even typing this blog giblet is nauseating. I wouldn't be adverse to spending the entire crimbo holidays sleeping, to be quite honest. My rents could just post my presents under my door. And the roast. Regurgitated turkey fat, anyone?