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Thursday 11.12.03 | THAT term is about to end suddenly hits me with some force - ten more weeks of teaching and then it's revisions, exams, and curtain. Possibly a Masters Degree next year, PhD in doubt after that. Suddenly, things like jobs and money and flats from June onwards are becoming important, which all seems dreadfully unfair given that it's only December. And the fact that the only person who can take all these decisions is me makes it seem all the more unjust. Friday 12.12.03 RIGHT, great, fine, splendid, my flat's just gone from bad to worse. For those of you not acquainted with the sublime hole in which Anna, Charlie and I are living, it looks lovely and it's in Notting Hill, dahlings, but it's got to the stage where I mutter a quiet prayer of thanks every time I get back to it to find it's still standing. The washing machine has been threatening go straight through the -unstable- kitchen floor every time it starts its shrieking spin-cycle (when it works) since September, there is a hole in the floor under the carpet in Charlie's room, things leak, don't work, are crap blah blah blah and now a pipe seems to have started leaking under Anna's sink in her bathroom, which has saturated her carpet (now lying minging, stinking in the bit of hallway outside out flat), the water (yes, heating, too, keeping flat warm by hating -rant- instead) has been cut off, and as I write, our insane cheapskate Iranian landlord is pottering about the flat, waiting for a plumber and doing God only knows what while he's waiting, and I am beginning to smell due to lack of shower this morning. Not happy. Saturday 13.12.03 NOW my roof is leaking over my bed again and I am hungover. Wonderful. Tuesday 16.12.03 FUCK fuck fuck, it's Christmas next week, haven't posted any cards, bought any presents, or got any money. Fuck. | ||
