Procrastination

I had a *lot* of choices for a picture today. This is because I spent more time taking pictures and arsing about than I did working today.

I have written three full essay. They aren't particularly good but once they have been written I sort of lose the fear and become complacement. I still have several days left in which to improve them but I feel as though I've been working on them so long that I deserve some sort of break.

Sian and I invaded Lydia's bedroom tonight to watch trash on YouTube whilst poor Lyds tried to work. It was cosy and lovely.

Also, the house smells incredibly because instead of working we have been hacking away at and burning every candle we can find.