I have officially run out of steam for History Theory 2. Which is great because I only have bits and bobs left to do and off to the printer in the early morning tomorrow before heading to breakfast at that little place in front of Duck Duck Goose. They have some lovely french toast there with poached fruit and ricotta cream.

For the presentation on Tuesday, I must choose my words ever so carefully. Ever. So. Carefully. All my findings and work must not be undermined by the ludicrous act of random tangents by the tutors just because I just so happened to mention something.

FOR CHRISSAKES MY WORK HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE FUCKING BEANBAGS/FUTONS! WOULD YOU LEAVE IT THE FUCK ALONE?