Still tired. Hoping the holiday will set me up nicely, as the autumn and winter will be majorly busy. If not, I may decide to turn into a hibernating animal. I could certainly do with a few days curled up under a duvet doing nothing much at all.
On the bus this morning one girl was reading an essay in English on the British Empire (as far as I could make out) to another girl, in a rather heavy Norwegian accent and a rather penetrating voice. There is a lot to say for audiobooks on the bus, and the fact that it blocks out most other noise is certainly not the least of it. Considering how misanthropic and demophobic I am, it’s quite surprising that I rather like public transport on the whole.
Voice in my head: Narcissus Boy (Alanis Morisette)