So it's the halfway point of my last ever reading week and it's the moment to ask myself if I've used my time thus far as efficiently and productively as I should have – the answer to which being something along the lines of: have I hell.
Monday morning, whilst still firmly believing in my conscientiousness with regard to an inordinate amount of reading week-inspired good intentions, I compiled an ever-useful list of "Work / Things To Do" (in order of priority, no less). Then went to Tesco. An excursion that unsurprisingly wasn't on my prioritised List. Despite having my car on campus and therefore undertaking regular weekly trips to Sainsbury's with my flatmates, I decided that: a) I would walk - the fresh air would do me the world of good (not that I particularly needed to have the world of good done to me at this point) as well as put me in the right mood for working (erm, how exactly?); and b) I could no longer wait until this week's aforementioned weekly trip to buy what I deemed as essential items conducive to study (i.e. snacks for those mid-morning/mid-afternoon "study breaks" when lunch/dinner seem an impossibly-long age away). So, Monday morning closely followed by Monday afternoon came and went and all of a sudden I found myself dancing the night away at Top B, having drunk far too many vodka and lemonades.
Hence Tuesday was a bit of a blur. I must've been in a pretty dazed and confused state at any rate since I seem to have volunteered to join my friend in giving up chocolate for Lent. An idea which was regretted at approximately 00:02 on Tuesday night, when my flatmate reminded me of my proposed "sacrifice" – just as I was about to bite into a chunk of scrumptious granary bread smothered with Nutella (leftover from the earlier pancake party).
As for today? Well, I'm spending today in Birmingham – to break up the monotony of a work-filled reading week and inspire me to continue working in such a diligent and dedicated way for the remainder of the week. Oh dear…