Oh Deer

Just in case you hadn't realised from my endless moaning on twitter [sorryy!!] this week is becoming one manic rush. There's a dissertation to be done, as well as three essays, and now some tutors are harping on about revision. 

Exams? You want me to think about revision as well? 

The relaxed attitude I took towards reading week is definitely catching up with me now, although I'd be stupid to regret taking a week off. Take that University regulation
[she says as she whimpers at the thought of missing deadlines].

At the moment, I'm pretty much alternating between pyjamas and scruffy clothes. Style seems a laughable concept in light of word counts and e-submissions, and I can usually be found hunched over my laptop shivering in a cosy but yeti-fying dressing gown. I look dead attractive. Emphasis on the dead.

Before all this mess of disorganisation, I actually looked fairly human, and managed to go out and y'know, do human things like seeing friends and shopping. Now I manage to utter vague sounds of acknowledgement to housemates, who I seem to pass only in desperate searches of food.

Anyway, it was back in those days of normality, of social life and shopping trips, that I managed to spend a ridiculous amount of money in Primark...

...that ellipsis? That was me in regret. 

But never mind. It got me this rather nice deer printed man-tee which, after seeing Harry Potter only a few days ago, is now failing to remind me of anything but patronuses. 

I wore it for an evening of trashy TV and chip-shop snacks with one of my best friends back home, and was ashamed to realise that everything I had on had been brought in that one shopping spree. EVERYTHING.

Never mind hey? My recent lockdown has certainly done wonders for the bank balance, and at least I was prepared enough for this onslaught to take some outfit pictures before my return. My priorities are definitely sorted ;)

Oh deer indeed.