(all the names in this post have be changed in the spirit of madlibs)
today i went to uni and i had done tonnes of work, and my tutor said that i've got nothing to worry about work wise, which was really nice. she further went on to say that if anyone should have won a peace prize then it should have been me, mainly for the niceness of my greasy hair.
anyway. so i got the bus in (see figure 1)
and had my tutorial and hung out with russian poet vincent togov in there and that was nice. then i met tom beringer in town for coffee/tea, which was great. and he told me about his exciting things that he was doing (figure 2) obviously by now i had found my trousers on an old man who had just been beaten unconscious with my bag.
some young man picked up my pen in the bus station and gave it to me, which i thought was nice as fuck because i was so sick. and after seeing a sign for swine flu i was pretty sure that i had that, so natural i went a bought some lockets (other throat sweets are available). which i don't think i have, it is actually because i am a actual hypochondriac and there we go. and these two bald assholes were on my journey in and back. they tutted because i was listening to flock of seagulls really loudly. it was because i had too. one of them had a shitty ginger mustache as well and i was so tired that i just looked out the window and fought back the tears. which i personally think is very 'depression era america in a train car'. god that was bloody insightful.
I achieved alot today, on a personal level, and i need to remember this. I need to start work on my cubes and on more paintings.
then i had a nice relaxing bubblebath with some candles.
