To nap…or not to nap…


Vegan Donuts (by Deliciously Twisted)
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Dolce & Gabbana S/S 2015

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Dolce & Gabbana S/S 2015

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A reliquary for Saint Sebastian

From the cloisters at Santa Maria Novella in Florence, Italy.

sexartandpolitics:

artschoolglasses:

A reliquary for Saint Sebastian

From the cloisters at Santa Maria Novella in Florence, Italy.

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So I had a bit of a breakdown just now. I cried. I sent Dan an essay about my feelings via facebook (that’ll be a lovely surprise for him when he gets back from work…). I decided I wanted to quit my job.

But I’m ok now. I figure I’m mainly overtired. If work is still filling me with dread in a fortnight’s time then I’m going to talk to my boss and figure out my hours, because it’s the hours, not the work itself, that’s pissing me off. I’ve got a day off on Wednesday and I’m going to use some of it to book my train tickets for my next visit to Nottingham, which isn’t for over a month, but I’m already super excited about. And the rest of Wednesday will be spent sleeping. Because, let’s face it, 99% of the cause of this breakdown was the fact I’ve been getting up at 5.45am for work recently.

Applying for Uni courses is NOT fun. I thought going through UCAS was hassle enough, but now I’m pining for the UCAS days. Each University has a different deadline, a different application system, different questions, different documents, different word limits, different ways of getting references… Oh man, don’t they know I’m too busy doing all the things that will look good on my application form to actually fill in these application forms?!

Also, some of them don’t contact referees, and so I need to get written references and post them off myself, which is just more hassle. Especially when my referees aren’t exactly the most reliable of people.

Just gotta get my head down and do this. One of these applications could change my life forever. No pressure.

Never did I think I’d be dealing with a leaking catheter at 9.30pm on a Saturday night and be ok with it.