There's this image in my head of an animated character who has slammed into the side of a large, tall, glass building, and who is slowly sliding down the side. I think that's me. Last week I came back from an enjoyable visit to
abrinsky and
lamentables towers, with a trip to see
korintomichi, which had an early night (hurrah) and a late one (boo - and my fault), then I saw a double bill of Two Days in Paris and Hallam Foe (reviews later) and had to catch a taxi back, then went to some stand-up on Thursday and missed a bus by thirty seconds so walked home rather than wait an hour or catch a cab. Wednesday was simply being in the pub but a late finish. Last night was Mitch Benn in concert, much drinking despite it ostensibly being an alcohol free night and general bodily pollution, leading to a 4.30am bed time. However, this week I've not got any editing done, nor writing, not marking.
Apparently I've been cloned. Either that or I've been spending money in Hungary. It would explain the exhaustion.
Two people did ask me last week why I wasn't on the pool team. Since one of them was the captain, I think he should know the answer to that.
Meanwhile, my trip outside the comfort zone has led to my paper being accepted, so I need to watch The Office and five seasons of Curb Your Enthusiasm, among other things. I guess this is not exactly hardship, but I need to find the time somewhere. Leicester here I come. It's been a while.
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