Mope

Mopy mood today.

Think it's caused by:
1. Meeting with supervisor next Monday: he's expecting a dissertation proposal AAHH
2. Lack of mobile phone waves passing through my body
3. Lack of goodnight messages
4. Lack of sweet comments after "I got ROBBED" entry ;)

How sad am I. How can you miss a mobile? Stupid. It makes me realise how addicted I am to it. I will get a new one though...but I will try to be less attached to it, honest!

Today I tried to do work, but instead I rearranged my room. The result is any designer's dream, but it does not get my dissertation proposal any nearer to getting done. Did some work, and think I know who I might write on. For those 1 in a 1,000,000 that has heard of her: Naomi Mitchison. She's written about 50 novels, poetry and lots of short stories and there is very little criticism written on her (but two dissertations alread I believe...). She fascinates me (about why maybe later).

I called the consulate in Edinburgh again. They had not heard my message! I left one though! Damn. The lady I eventually got on the phone was very sympathetic though. She will send me the forms, and I can come in next Wednesday. Let's hope no one has decided to use my stolen ID for criminal purposes in the mean time! (If you do meet anyone claiming to be me: be ware!;))

Should go home now. Starving. Do some more reading and give Derek a call.

Love,