Ducks

I've been up since 5:20am working on my uni report. I'm fluctuating between quietly confident and crisis point. When I know what I'm writing, I feel really good about it, but as soon as I have to change topic I hit a wall.

Took a stroll out at 10 to clear my head. The grass cutters had stolen my bench so instead I sat on the towpath of the canal and fed the ducks and pigeons.

21 hours until my deadline. I don't really need sleep tonight do I?