I’ve been working flat out lately. Moving boxes is a great change from mathematics. It’s like a holiday. Except I get tired.
The worst parts are the days I do selling. They are fucking boring. Sitting around all day doing mostly nothing. It’s stupid that I get hours thus more money for that.
Uni is over for the year, but I’ve got plenty to do over the break. I haven’t done anything since I started work though.
I haven’t done anything for house hunting. I think it’ll be impossible till after christmas now.
In more personal developments I’m in a drunk head spin. Love is a fantastic and inspiring things. Dangerous, but worth it.
