Lock the doors and close the blinds.

Today I went to work on five hours sleep and my lunch was a packet of custard creams. Not a particularly good or healthy situation. But somehow I've made it through another 7 days of work, another Maths class fuelled by strong coffee. I'll probably spend the next two days sleeping.

Edinburgh was so brilliant that I'm thinking of going again. I never realised it was full of beautiful buildings, art galleries and vintage clothes shops. Nor did I realise student life was such a haven of sleep, freedom and cheap drinks. This is precisely why everyone goes. You are treated like a human being. It delays having to plunge into the bleak, exhausting world of work where you have no choices, no time and no self-respect. On the bright side, I do live in the biggest city in Europe. I have few friends, but more siblings than most. I have a life, or fragments of one. I read (less than I should), I try my best to get by, and occasionally something wonderful happens. But I don't want to be stuck in this lifestyle and I see no way of getting out of it. I still have virtually no idea what I want to do with my life and every time I develop a flickering image of my future something happens to change that.

Someone left half a sticky toffee pudding in the fridge this morning. Possibly the best breakfast I have ever had.
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