Therapeutic ramblings - no pics. Please ignore

I want to be a sparrow.

Why a sparrow? 'Cos their extravagent bird bath splashing (in the shallow end! I may have to put up a sign) suggests that they lead indolent, decadent lives. Ok, possibly unfair but it still sounded like fun ...

Too, too, too much work ... at this rate I'm not going to have much new, or even improved, work to pin up on Monday and am seriously concerned about completing enough work to actually pass, let alone get a halfway decent grade. 

Too much back-tracking, trying to adjust dodgy levels and work out how to do ... pretty much everything.  My bed has become a permanent deskspace since Wednesday morning (after spending the entire day in meetings, worked through the night at paid-work-place to catch up & leave things in order whilst taking time off, got home just before 6am, enthusiastically piled coursework onto bed and then crashed out shortly afterwards).  I haven't slept in a bed covered with so much clutter since the notorious 'Lego and toy cars incident' of my childhood.  I may have to throw a few plastic dinosaurs into the mix (marked down 79p tube impulse buy from Tesco - bargain!  So far managed to resist the 'handy-size'[??] packets of Lego figures in Sainsburys) just for true nostalgia.  Hmm ... I may have sussed why I'm single ...

So much work, so much still in progress, so little actually finished.  Still need to photograph my model - still need to clear a path to the corner it's currently banished to ...

Ah well, back to work ... (and switch 'Eurovision' off - yes, I'm that desperate for background noise - and there's no point watching since Finland won [that's one childhood dream realised!] & viewing parties complete with classic 70s food ceased) and then eventually back to my clunky bed ... if the 4-hole punch hasn't hogged the duvet first again ... bastard.

SLEEEEEEEPPPPP!!!  I miss you ... and the coherent, rational thought processes that you supply.

But just for the record, Moldavia should've won.  Sad, eh?