Monday: Wake up, hopefully when my alarm goes off at 7·45, to get ready and attend a lecture at 9. If I’m in the mood, I attend a second year lecture immediately afterwards to get some idea of what I’ll be studying next year and to see my friends.
Tuesday: Exactly the same thing, but with 9·20 and 11·10 as the times. In the evenings, I go to swing dance class.
Wednesday: I might start going to Lindy hop classes regularly on Wednesday evenings.
That’s not a daily routine, I know. I don’t have a daily routine, because as you can see from my complete weekly timetable, I have fuck all to do, and very little impetus to get up most days. Sometimes I go job hunting in my spare time, but nothing has come up yet. No bastard seems to want to employ me.
Which makes living costs unbearable. I’m going to have to quit uni for the rest of the year simply because I can’t afford the food to live, let alone next quarter’s rent.
Hmmm, I’ve suddenly transformed this into a public blog.
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