Today, I feel okay. Not good, not bad, just okay. I feel like I’m merely surviving, just getting by, just getting along with life. The underground was f*cked so it took me 4 hours to get back to university. Needless to say I’m exhausted. I’m going to watch the football then go to the library until my best friend gets back from London, then we’re going to spend the evening applying for grad schemes. I don’t feel in the mood to do anything: usually, I get all kinds of moods, like poetry-writing moods, or feeling in the mood for reading. “Mood” no longer looks like a real word. I have no mood today.
