Essays... Wow, if I only had to do my dissertation this semester (or more preferably the entire year) I would be a lot happier right now. Yes I've been back at uni for a while. I am currently freezing my balls off in my room wrapped up in king size duvet and huddled over the laptop at my desk alternating between diss work, reading for tomorrow and eating. Also I have chilblains in (on?) my toes because apparently I am an old woman (and my radiator isn't working). Didn't go to my lecture today. Waiting for some orange jelly to set in the fridge right now and it's taking AGES. Just ate egg sandwich. I'm not in a really bad mood, I'm just super cold and busy. This is the most emotional entry I've ever written.
On a sidenote, my housemate's boyfriend (who I really don't like) keeps asking said housemate to invite me over to his flat because she spends so much time over there (he lives in the next town over) and he 'feels bad' (debatable). Apparently his friend/flatmate has asked too. His friend is single. And desperate for sex. I'm sensing an ulterior motive here... Must add I'm not even a little bit interested. My housemate told me (or told him) that he would 'ruin' me so that really sets the scene.
In even more 'other news', I've been struck a little by writing inspiration and am also currently half-heartedly developing characters. I don't know why I get these urges at the complete wrong time... like when I have a MILLION essays to do. Speaking of essays... I need to get back to work.