I got the mark back for a short story I wrote for my course. It was a great mark. I was incredibly chuffed. I rode back from work blasting some tunes fizzing with excitement. It was particularly inspiring as the characters will hopefully figure in the novel. A good moment.
But apart from that, no further work accomplished. I ate an Indian. I don't want this blog to turn into an account of the minutae of my life - eats, shits, sleeps - but I'm compelled to talk about it. All was good except for the main course. I swear that the 'curry' was made with Baileys. I ain't kidding. Fucking Baileys. What's next? Fucking Cinzano bhajis. What a load of poop.
I blame the curry. If I hadn't had the Bailey's dish, I would have no doubt been inspired to complete a full first draft. Here's hoping there'll be no culinary disaster putting me off my stride this evening.
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Nowt wrong with a bit fo the sweet stuff when it comes to a curry.
SYRRRRRUP!
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