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The Colourful Square, Churchill Way
Cardiff, UK
Got up at 8 and was out of the house by 8:30a-fucking-m! Walked to Maindy pool and swam weak laps. Couldn't breathe underwater so no freestyle. Gotta change that at some point. Showered and looked at self in the mirror. Felt disgust at self after a long time. Hairy pimply tired fat face. Got dressed quickly and walked a lovely walk to Bute, listening to My Friend by Bill Calahan. The sun would shine bright for a second, then hide behind thick clouds and all would be dark. The chill in the air is getting chillier. Got login details fixed (extended till end of Jan!) If only more things could get an extension. Sigh. Went to careers office and sat there for a couple of hours, noting down names and contact details of news/publications' organisations. Felt like farting so farted the deadly silent fart. People moved their desks, far away. Went back home, hi to flatmate and friend, got ready to go out again. Meandered around city centre, them talking about fancy shoes. Some comments about fashion brands in general. I spaced out, as is customary for me to do so when such stimulating conversations occur. Starbucks. Caramel macchiato - surprisingly good. Meandered some more. NewYork Deli. A HUMUNGOUS hotdog grinder later, walked back to the apartment. Received letter from London ex-flatmate! Pure joy :) Settled to watch I'm A Cyborg - But That's OK. My favourite love story of all time. Ate things I shouldn't have eaten. Wrote some to clear head. Cleared head a teeny bit. Put up posters. Room truly colourful whee-ness. A few drags of tweeds. Comfy in bed. Writing shall halt. Till we meet again tomorrow. Goodnight.
The Colourful Square, Churchill Way
Cardiff, UK
Got up at 8 and was out of the house by 8:30a-fucking-m! Walked to Maindy pool and swam weak laps. Couldn't breathe underwater so no freestyle. Gotta change that at some point. Showered and looked at self in the mirror. Felt disgust at self after a long time. Hairy pimply tired fat face. Got dressed quickly and walked a lovely walk to Bute, listening to My Friend by Bill Calahan. The sun would shine bright for a second, then hide behind thick clouds and all would be dark. The chill in the air is getting chillier. Got login details fixed (extended till end of Jan!) If only more things could get an extension. Sigh. Went to careers office and sat there for a couple of hours, noting down names and contact details of news/publications' organisations. Felt like farting so farted the deadly silent fart. People moved their desks, far away. Went back home, hi to flatmate and friend, got ready to go out again. Meandered around city centre, them talking about fancy shoes. Some comments about fashion brands in general. I spaced out, as is customary for me to do so when such stimulating conversations occur. Starbucks. Caramel macchiato - surprisingly good. Meandered some more. NewYork Deli. A HUMUNGOUS hotdog grinder later, walked back to the apartment. Received letter from London ex-flatmate! Pure joy :) Settled to watch I'm A Cyborg - But That's OK. My favourite love story of all time. Ate things I shouldn't have eaten. Wrote some to clear head. Cleared head a teeny bit. Put up posters. Room truly colourful whee-ness. A few drags of tweeds. Comfy in bed. Writing shall halt. Till we meet again tomorrow. Goodnight.
