gettin' blitzed

I've done all the available readings for this week, I've gone for a run (?!?!), I've bought ridiculous amounts of produce, and have been back in London for over a week. I've done some minor ukulele playing, even. And yet, my suitcase remains unpacked. Well, it's been opened, the ukulele retrieved, and the clothes sort of strewn about everywhere as if I was an Important Person and spies had rummaged through my personal effects looking for secret documents and hoping to Send A Message. There is nothing left to do now except unpack it, probably.

Careless Whiskers

Monica 22:14:
I had the WEIRDEST sleeping hours today.
Like, asleep from 4 am last night to 7:30 this morning, then wide awake til 11:00, back to sleep til 2:00. Then awake til 4:00, and napped til 5:00.

Melissa 22:14:
What even is that?

Monica 22:16:
Basically those are a cat's sleeping hours. Which helps me achieve my goal of being more cat-like in everyday life, but also more or less ensured that I did nothing today.
Cats don't have jobs for a reason.

Melissa 22:18:
Mmmm this is true.
Wouldn't life be great if you were a cat??
SO GREAT.

Running Wild

Sometimes you feel great about the Master's Programme (the extra 'm' and 'e' mean it's a big deal) you are in, and sometimes you are in class while the director of a theatre company asks you to stand "relaxed, with your feet shoulder width apart, but your hips slightly backwards, like you're holding a penny between your bum cheeks, and with your chest out, and stomach inwards as though someone's putting a needle through it. Calmly." Sure.

In other news, I brought a ukulele back to London with me, basically 100% because of this:

Someone hook me up with some butt fringe and we are in business.

The Girl Kant Help It

I think there is so much comedy about airplanes because flying is actually kind of terrifying and horrible if you think about it, and laughter is a good way of dealing with things that are difficult or scary (she said, exposing a world of neuroses to the internet). But really, about once every flight that I take, I have a moment where I realize that I have NO idea how what is happening is happening. I could just google how planes work, but I suspect technically getting it would be of little help towards actually knowing what the eff is going on. I know it is something to do with wings and wind and maybe something called aerials or vectors, but realistically I am about as clueless as the 1800sy people who were around when planes first became a thing.

"Well, Marple, I'm getting into this big metal bird, and with some luck and help from the sweet lord who is for sure real and governs all of our movements, eventually I will be back in the warm, colonial arms of mother europe. God save the King, right?" - Me, basically.

Marple = incredibly common 19th century name, obviously.

Other things that I don't know how they work and which you could tell me were magic and I would proooobably just be alright with it: