I blame the milk, I say, I blame the milk!

So college has started. And already I’m daydreaming in lectures. I have’t even got my results back from the exams yet, and still can’t get up the enthusiasm to immerse myself in the joys of the respiratory system. It might get better – the fact that every lecture so far has been a recap of a part of year 1-3 knowledge makes it hard to concentrate – I don’t tolerate repetition no matter how helpful it may be. No matter how helpful. I just don’t tolerate it. :confused: Yes, I am my own worst enemy when it comes to buckling down and working.

I missed the last drats game of the season which is a little irritating. It was today, and we thought the last game was next Wednesday. I can’t really get home on Tuesdays so couldn’t make it to the game. Tis a shame as my average has been improving – I actually get to play in all 3 sets now. Admittedly the only way I score high is by contorting into weird and wonderful shapes – the yoga must be paying off…

I think I’m addicted to Tesco shopping. I’ve been two nights in a row so far, and I keep buying random freezable food. I came to the conclusion today as I staggered under the weight of all my frozen food whilst trying to fit it into my two freezer drawers that I officially have far to much food. I blame the milk. If it wasn’t for running out of milk I wouldn’t have to go shopping as often. It brings a whole new meaning to the term “lactose-intolerant”. Also I’ve lived here since Jan now and only today did I notice that beside my 1 pint goat milk cartons are fabulous 2 pint plastic bottles of goat’s milk! That would cut my absurd shopping frequency in half – I’d actually have a chance to eat some food before going out and buying more…

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