Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?

Just decided I need to freshen up this place a bit.

Don't get me wrong, I liked the orange/green scheme pretty much but I need something new now. Might be the wine talking. It probably is. Or it might be also the fact I haven't slept well (at all?) in many many days, and that I had too many anxiety attacks lately. Everybody has weeks like this one when things go terribly wrong and people go ballistic for all the wrong reasons.

What actually matters is that my portfolio is in. Yes, my last 9 months and 4 years worth of work are in for assessment - next is the Degree show (and you are all invited), then graduation and then all real life - I think. Maybe Berlin, maybe France, and bits of summery Bulgaria. All I need is a bit of a holiday but instead I get 9 hours of pretending I enjoy it when customers tell me how many Polish people are there in UK, and how "we" are stealing their jobs. Holiday can't come soon enough.

On a side note, I've had this blog for many many years. It has witnessed my ups and downs, deadlines, allnighters, parties, hangovers, loves and hates, music, films, trials and errors. Everything for the past 8 years, and I plan on keeping it that way.

My mysterious ways are finished now. Queue in all stories of ghosts and arctic animals. And I have plenty of those.

Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies

And on Saturday there was this moment of perfect serenity, of quietness and calm happiness, just as they played One Day Like This on the stereo. We all hummed along with the melody and smiled, and didn't dare say a word, just in case the moment disappears.

Saturdays like these are the only days when you can get to appreciate working in retail, and for all the wrong reasons.

But now it's Monday - no, it's Tuesday already, and I have just over 6 weeks left for my portfolio and all the work in the world - which is scarily much, but everything will be OK in a blink. Everything will pass, the weather will get better, and we'll go to Edinburgh, or finally Arran, or Southern France, or all those places that have always been on the back of my mind.