08.06.05..5:04 pm

Well, I couldn't leave it like that, could I?

I skipped (re: begged for time off) work yesterday to have my first thesis meeting with my supervisor: really encouraging. Philip specialises in detective fiction which is close enough to the spy genre to really get him excited with what I'm doing but with enough distance for him to still be objective and full of questions, which is great! We talked for about an hour before another student of his popped up and I thought, Ah, perhaps I'd best be off then..

In any case, loads of ideas circulating and a whole whack of job boredom. I might end up finding myself unemployed in July and then again in October after my �sabbatical� and frankly it'll end up being the best thing for me. I've been wanting to do a great deal of things and just not having the time not the motivation to get them done � like buy a sewing machine, like tuning my bike, like actually writing and not just for research purposes, but actual writing, like figuring out whether I do want to live with M (and thus risk leaving my beloved North London) or staying where I am (and thus risk resenting my beloved North London like I've already started to) - what to do, what to do.. So many goddamn things, so fucking awful my time management skills.

Spain: Nelle suggested it and I'm so up it's killing me, I'm getting nose bleeds (I'm suddenly writing � at least in my head � like a Jersey chick, and that's actually killing me, I'm stopping now) give me the when and where and I'll book myself on a plane. I'll likely only be able to make it out for a weekend as Possible New Job Commences July, but fingers crossed for longer (and if she happens to be there in August, then I'd be able to do middle of the week which would be far better). I've got to make arrangements to fly to Sweden and Switzerland too, which I think pretty much covers all the Western Europe S countries..

Weird and beautiful realisation last week: I'm sleeping with my best friend. I never really thought of him like that until we were lying in bed and he was having one of his mild swings into depression and told me that all he wanted was to be with his best friend (which initially made me a little worried because I didn't think the bed was big enough for Gaz to join us too), and he really is too. In any case, I've never been anything more than best friends with my best friends and this revelation was at once mindblowing and made me look at myself like, Yeah, I knew that, so? that it was mindblowing.

PETROL STATION MASSACRE UPDATE: M's got a date with the police tomorrow morning - more than A MONTH after it all goes down they're finally ready to arrest him and just want to double check M's story and make sure we're pressing charges before going ahead with it.

About fucking time too.

I�m off to by sandals. The pressure is just too much and shoes are the only answer (plus getting to see Jeremy Warmsley playing tonight at his single/album launch, whee!)