No sleep last night. I'm on a major comedown from a 6 hour poetry binge and I'm bearing my swollen eyelids with pride.
Very upset at my dire financial situation - the worst part being I haven't yet picked up a copy of the new Bat For Lashes album. It's been way too long since I spent money on music, I'm genuinely ashamed. Worse still it means I haven't been in London for a month. Tragic.
In happier news, I'm writing a lot. And now blogging. Ace. And in a mere 12 days I officially turn 21...which, to be honest, is vomit-inducing.
Don't get me wrong, it's about time. But I can't help but be grossed out by my lack of achievement at this point in my life.
I'm pretty sure I had planned to be a child prodigy.