The brand-new queen of doing fuck all

I cannot believe I finished uni for the semester. Yesterday at quarter to six. Had to be at work at six, so was rather flustered (and starving and late and with helmet hair and no make-up) and it didn't quite sink in yet. But this morning I slept in and then woke up with this great feeling of peace. I can do whatever the hell I want. I almost forgot what that feels like, seriously. Just to have a blank day laid out in front of you with not a bloody trace of guilt- it's exhilirating. I will still be working five to six shifts a week, but without uni work, that's an absolute piece of cake.

I made myself a strawberry banana smoothie and wasted the first one and a half hours of my day fantasizing about all the things I want to do that I haven't been able to for a while. I even made a list. It contains things like "sleep all day and watch movies" and "buy three different newspapers and sit in a cafe all afternoon". I also made a list of things I have to do, but that list sucks big time and I'm thinking about throwing it away.

Anwyway. Now I might go to the gym. Or get a haircut. Or meet a friend for lunch. Or watch talkshows on TV and scratch my bum. The world's my oyster.