Recently I've had the most energy I've ever had in my life while enjoying the sunniest English spring I've ever experienced in my life and today I'm paying for it -- so much rain that my shoes and socks were soaked by 10am and are still more than wet, with no time to go home and change them because of all the schoolwork I can't ignore anymore, with wet pants from a coffee spill, a cold, an absolutely exhausted body and zero motivation to keep me company. The bright side of the energy-blast is that I've been able to stop worrying about leaving and start spending as much time with my friends as possible before I leave, and better at remembering to take pictures, so there are even more up on flickr, including ones from Leander and Lucy's going-away party-barbecue that we had in our front garden this weekend.

I'll be a good girl and work hard this week, but Dave and Daryoush are coming to visit me on Thursday, so I'll get to sack it all off again as soon as they get here. :) Mark is having a birthday dinner in the ruins of an old tower in North Yorkshire Friday night, so we'll get to see some countryside alongside a fancy dinner in ruins lit up by candles. We might even trek up to Illkley to climb the moor that's over there, and get some tea at the cafe on the top. The Scribe launch party is happening next Monday, so we'll get to see our poems in print! There's always something to look forward to!

I do believe England gave me my youth back, as hideously romantic and contrived as that sounds.