Location: Uni room. (AKA The Prison Cell!)
Weather: Quite nice now, for once. Sunny and somewhat warm.
Activity: Just aobut to start work on my dissertation, but procrastinating on here for the time being.
Apparel: Brown trousers, dark brown jumper.
State of mind: Stressed. I feel like I can't cope with all this work at the moment.
Mood: Tired and quite depressed, even though I've just got up and had a wash.
Thoughts: Why is Gemma (Jemma?) such a miserable, moaning little *****? Literally all she says to me is a complaint in my direction. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take before I relent and go home for a few days. (Which I really can't afford to do..) I miss my bf loads, and need to put some more posters up here, my room still looks like a prison cell.
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