saintadatha

I'm sorry I didn't get back to you.

Your contributions, advice, and general two cents
amounted to something of a horde,
a veritable treasure-trove...
So ta, like. Very much.

Assuming my general capacity for not-accidentally-killing-myself,
it seems that the flat that I just put a deposit down for


should be an interesting and satisfying endeavour,
nay adventure!
for the next twelve months.
East London take note:
Heeeeeeere's Addie!

i spend my hours trying to cram this skull of mine
full of a particular and specific breed of information...
at rather high velocity.
And it hurts.

Exam one is on Thursday: The Theory-Theory Paper.
Exam two is a week and a half after that: The Comparative Study Paper.

I really don't like exams.
They're like the last, slow, agonising moments on a roller-coaster,
just before it climbs arthritically to a fragile pause;
you look down, eyes wide
to face your doom,
and then -
you fall:
you thunder down, screaming like a mother-fucker...
That's what exams are like.

And in both cases,
the fun - the terrible fun -
is in the ride,
is in the fear,
but is in the certainty that -
probably -
it will all be fine in the end.

So that's why I haven't been around.
My thank yous and love to everyone who helped me on the flat-front;
you really, really helped.

G'night Jim-Bob-Betty-Sue!
G'night `Bitch!
...

X (big kiss)
xxx (smattering of smaller ones)

Saint Adatha
patron saint of thoughts, soya milk, and change.