Well after a weekend of working like a demon, having some pretty demonic mood-swings (they say writing a thesis is like giving birth, they may be right), and pulling a full 14-hour day on Monday I sent a huge chunk off to the superV. I had warned him it was coming and he had responded quite eagerly, so of course after sending it off and then sitting up overnight stressing about it, I shouldn’t have been surprised that he has stopped answering messages and hasn’t acknowledged receiving it.
Anyway I celebrated by going back to that random vintage place near my house (it’s here-ish by the way) and went through it and a slightly dodgier version a few shops down and found myself a lovely nicci cream crochet overdress thing that I’ve been looking for FOREVER. I also had to deal with my mother asking me if I was buying second-hand clothes because I was broke. And I realised that no matter what happens I will never buy a pair of second-hand shoes. Ick.
In the meantime MORE people are getting engaged. My mother has urged me to remember that even if I may have 60 years with the guy of my dreams, my ovaries aren’t going to last for too much longer. And (I quote) ‘your baby-making years are short and passing you by!”
I have discovered that while working in coffee shops is fantastic, I hate the vibe of 4th avenue during the day. And R40 for a toasted sandwich is ridiculous. Lucky Moo’s yumyum chinese food on the other had is worth every penny!