It's Monday morning and I've already eaten chocolate. My house smells like severely burnt pasta because my drunk girlfriend put some on and then fell asleep on the floor.
Outside is unseasonably cold and grey, which makes it feel earlier in the day than it is.
I've got the kettle on and I'm thinking about my week ahead. Everyone has gone back to Uni today but I've deferred this semester to finish The Mercury Sisters. So I guess that means I need to work hard.
I'm not super good at working hard. I tend to be very kind with myself and get plenty of rest. While also putting extreme amounts of pressure on myself.
I wish someone could look at my life and my projects and tell me what working hard looks like.
Anyway, that's that.