Saturday morning is as close to a sacred ritual as I get, I'm aways up by 7 having no disposition to lie in. I've tried to do it a number of times but unless I'm actually comatosed I'm always up. I start thinking of things to do or read or write or muck about with and I just can't lie still.
I think if you spend most of your week waiting for the weekend spending a goodly portion of it in bed seems counter productive.
Or maybe I'm just weird.
Did a months worth of course work in four days. I feel like my brain is leaking out of my ears but I've completed the reading material for my course next weekend. It's a residential coure so I'll be away for a couple of nights and all the people that have been on the course before talk about is the atmosphere in the bar after the sessions are over.
Sounds like everyone relieved their uni/college days which is fun but besides the point of being there.
Speaking of which if you ever get the chance check out Fandango.
Yes it has Kevin Costner in it... Wait! Where are you going? Come back! Its from 1984 before he got crap!
Anyway but its a really entertaining story of four and a half guys who finish college and go on a road trip that deserves to be a lot more famous than it is.
Anyway off to a stag do at a Zoo, where else could we get genuine stags for the barbeque?
Laters
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