Another wasted weekend

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Similarly to Shall, I had 4 days in which to achieve great things, like work my socks off, complete an essay, record all this week's Speech input for RaW, read for all my seminars this week -oh, and finally send off that piece of evidence that exonerates Michael Jackson from being a kiddie-fiddler.

Percentage of this achieved at 1.35am on Monday morning? 1.2%

How does one waste a weekend in fine fashion? Allow me to explain.

Friday
Got up early and handed in an essay on luxuries and trade (woo!) which I'd been up all night writing. In time for a disastrous 9.45am seminar. Eugh. Decide I will go home on weekend to see the new sister, which means I have to record all the RaW speech bits (always done on a Sunday) today, and grab a load of books from the library to read on the train. Go up to RaW, and spend 2 hours checking emails and probably talking to badgers about mushrooms or summat. Then remember I have to sign the contract for the new house so run back to L'Spa in for 3.30. Well, there's no point going back in after this so watch neighbours and check emails again. Then go round to my mate Rob's house. Drinking of absynth and beer follows, plus eating of muffins and playing of drinking games with those US Army cards with all the Iraqi generals on the back. Forthwith to Meta10 for a stonking night, when I was absolutely terr-watted, and apparantly had some small role in the midnight fire alarm that went off. (sorry!)

Saturday
Work up at 10, with the worse hangover I've had in weeks. Phone Dad to say I have to get library books so will get later train. In actual fact I desperately try to get another 2 hour sleep to get rid of the pain in my brain. It finally receeds and I can get on a train without moaning in pain. Get to Oxford at 4, in time to see the newby baby fall asleep, which after a quick dinner I do myself.

Sunday
Wake up at 11. Do 20 mins of reading. Then comes sunday lunch (via a sneaky pint with my grandparents), afterwhich it's 3pm and time for me to get my train. Randomly bump into Angharad and Annabel from my course, who'd just lost rather badly to Oxford at tennis, and get home at 5. Too late to go to campus, so RaW stuff ruled out. Make dinner. Spend 1 hour cleaning kitchen and after 2 hours of hard campaigning to get everyone to vote for me and rob as the Elvis Wannabes in the Word Watching Competition, I finally start the 1st objective of my weekend…seminar reading.

Monday
It's early. I haven't finished. And I'm writing on this thing. Eugh.

Looks like the MJ evidence will have to wait another week. Oh well.

: 21 Feb 2005 01:46 |  Tags: Me |  Comments (3) |  Report a problem