Good luck Flink. I've got 10k words to write for weds and am greatly pooping myself and any nearby soft furnishings.
I've sorta maybe kinda perhaps like in a way convinced myself that I need to go to Leeds and spent the next 3 days there writing. I'm a fool. Tomorrow (today) a guy who lived next door to nami in halls is coming back to sheff, and we ususally play some pool, drink some booze and talk shit for a few hours -- and I kinda agreed to do that with him, only he's a bit of a knob, and he hasn't really given me a precise time, so I'm thinking about bailing on him.
I guess I could pool with him then go to leeds, only I have approx. £20 to last 'til monday, and train fare is about £7, and I need to eat, so I dunno if I can really do it. If my cheques clear then I'll have an additional £45 to WASTE on such a possible outcome for my sunday. Means no pub quiz... mental rubble continues to fall down the mountain, obstructing the tracks for thought trains and damming the river of consequence.
Fuck it! MOAR CIDER and more Swayze. I'll make up my mind when the last minute comes ringing.