Oh Thank God That is Over

It felt like the Dictator/Director I worked under was a bit useless in the face of 'psycho personal stuff'...which turned out to be the gulf oil spill...

Forgive me for sounding callous and non-eco-friendly. But WTF? The gulf spill is your personal issue that makes you unable to lead a group effectively? God knows what would happen if something actually bad happened to her personally, like say a break-up?

Let it be noted I recycle, turn the tap off when brushing my teeth, and use public transport.

That's right, I don't even own a car. I am eco-friendly.

Suck on deez nuts.

I have to say I went old school on this project and pulled an all-nighter to pull it out of my ass.

God knows what kind of a grade that will earn me...

merde.

Around 9AM I was waiting for Afghan Hound to turn up so I could last minute proof her paper before turning everything in at 11. At 9:30 she called, 'Hi, I am at your door but forgot my wallet and I need to pay the taxi driver, do you have cash?'

'Err, no. But I'll come out and we can go to the cash point.'

I ran out my door, washed, nearly make-uped, and fully clothed. Pretty damn good for 9:30 and no sleep.

I directed the cab driver to the nearest cash point through Afghan Hound's sincerest apologies. To be honest, it was funny. But it got even more funny as I ran out to get cash.

While getting a cheering/teasing/you idiot phone call from a friend I realised my wallet which I'd grabbed in a rush out the door...didn't have a bank card in it.

Damn those 23:45 food runs before Sainsbury's closes. Cookies, chocolate, and milk seem so necessary when staring down an all-nighter. And when you know you're being provided lunch the next day, you don't worry too much about the finer points of putting your bankcard back into your wallet from the comfy jeans you were wearing on your last-minute dash for junk food.

My friend on the phone got the mouth full of anger that was coursing through my head at myself.

Sorry 'bout that. My bad. (No really.)

Back into the cab I hopped and the cabbie could only laugh. Afghan Hound continued to apologise and another cab circuit from cash point to my house to cash point to my house later we were in the door correcting papers.

Yes, we did laugh about it later.

After listening to presentations, where Dictator/Director not only failed to mention her minions but failed to utter a sentence that wasn't littered with likes, uhs, and general uselessness, we went for our Institute provided lunch.

I was too tired to stand up straight, worst of all, our tutors were plying us with champagne and asking us 'What's next?' and things like, 'Any internships lined up?'

Is this an acceptable answer? 'Ow! My brain hurts. May I be excused now? I need a nap.'

Later on in the day I was walking to the tube with Golden Retriever after escaping the horrors of confinement to a small room with loud increasingly drunk people asking pointed questions about the future and she said the most amazing thing.

'I'm so glad to get away from The Voice. I'm sick of her fakey weakling act.'

Golden Retriever! You do have a mean bone in your body?!

RESULT!

She treated me to some frozen yoghurt and an old-fashioned bitch session.

That was fun. I'm so glad that I haven't been imagining things.

Though sleep-deprivation does make everything look like sparkly unicorns after awhile. And makes emails from petty people hate mail from velociraptors.

True story.

But now that it's almost a week after the fact, I've been sleeping more to counteract the loss.

And the velociraptors have stopped sending me hate mail.