So, I've sat on my bum for the last five hours, which, for me, is an achievement in itself because:
1) I haven't needed to go to the toilet in that time,
2) I'm normally running around all over the place, through choice I might add,
3) I've resisted the temptation to delve into the fridge and eat more Nutella out the jar - I bought it for some friends to have on their bread, Scandinavian style, however I've eaten it out the jar instead, like it's yoghurt or something.
I'm contemplating that old question of what to do with one's life. I haven't really gotten very far. I've made about 70 phone calls to various people, most of whom are annoyingly studying, packing, unpacking, working, or sensibly not answering their phones. So the contemplating continues in my head, thoughts continuing to bounce off each other like atoms and those other tiny things that I'm sure I learnt in chemistry. At the moment, to no prevail. I might go out for a run and get some fresh air. I run the risk (pardon the pun) of collapsing from exhaustion - ok, slight exaggeration - but I'm not much of a runner really. I did buy some lovely and unbelievably comfy running shoes, which to be fair haven't really been out much, so I guess I owe it to the shoes to go out.. It's all about the shoes, right girls?