Felix Culpa

So, it took me a hell of a long time to fall asleep last night. I guess part of me was hoping that the phone might ring, or that a message might come through that might still my mind, or at least spark it up in brighter ways. No such came, and somehow I managed to make it through to this morning. 

I feel an incredible sense of being cheated.

And rough. I probably look it. A cup of Yorkshire tea has settled my stomach somewhat. The world beyond the window looks grey, but cold, and the snow has not quite melted. I imagine that what is left is crunchy, which, I guess, will be satisfying to walk through as I wander down to campus this morning to meet with Rob, the technician. 

Today:

• Do something with my Dramaturgy project (until half past nine ish)
• Shower, pack up laptop and mouse, head down to campus
• Find Rob, the technician, for help with bleeds and exporting as .pdf
• Return, actually finish the damn project
• Maaaaybe go food shopping with Dahlia