Lethargic
I'm convinced it will rain bullets and bombs at some near time in the future. There can be no other explanation for why the sun has been so criminally benevolent these past few days. Clearly, some clandestine terrorist organization has acquired control over the weather, and is manipulating it to craftily lure unsuspecting Warwick students out onto the sundrenched lawns in droves, and one day, when we are most exposed and least expecting it, bomb us into oblivion.
They say fiction is a product of the times, and in our violence-ridden terrorist-mad days, I am no exception.
It's been hectic these few days; hectic with work, essays, badminton and some serious lounging on the grass. And watching 24 till the cusp of dawn.
Anything to avoid revision for my exams, in short.
And if all goes well, by next week I'll have another excuse: I've recently acquired a web development job, and starting Wednesday, I'll be sat at a 9-5 desk job two days a week, designing a website. It's sort of like when I was designing idleThinK [V2], only then I kept 10pm-8am hours while curled up on my bed, and I wasn't paid generously (or at all). Thusly, I see this as a marginal improvement on things, as such.
More to the point, after being dragged lengthwise through the interview and application process for this job, I feel celebrations are in order. Fortunately, the grass outside is positively begging to be celebrated in, and I think I may do just that.
There's an inverse relationship to how busy I am and how interesting my posts are, possibly. But yesterday, determined to Infiltate and Lie Down In those distant fields coated with wide swathes of bright yellow flowers, I embarked on a mission to reach them, only to discover that when I did, they turned out to be not those delicate, soft little ankle-high blossoms I imagined them to be, but great hulking monstrosities that were almost as tall as I am.
Needless to say, I was most disillusioned.