Weekender 03, cont'd

okay now.

walking around Kennington and Lambeth North in the cold is not exactly my idea of fun, especially with a backlog of that thing called homework to do. but it was done. and taken into my eyes was an exhibition called 'inflight entertainment' (which wasn't really that good), and cement/plaster cakes and food (not that good either).

and then onto this backlog of homework.

i usually enjoy my weekend readings for my monday-deadline reports, but maaaan this week's readings are shite. and The Observer has proven to be too distracting for words - who can fail to be seduced by the Observer Food Monthly magazine? and the Selfridges christmas catalogue? so yeah. backlog.

from what i can see, the week ahead is going to be all toil and trouble. insolvency readings are to be relegated to the backburner as we head to hippie-run art space for S's scaffolding-and-wonky-mattress installation and lots of opening show drinks. and then it'll be attempting to do more work in an empty house with nothing for entertainment - you'd think that that would be a good reason for actually getting work done, but trust me, the winter laziness has set in and all i will be doing is poking around the kitchen and trying to start a fire in the fireplace.

so it's back to trying to get my readings done before the close of this evening, and studiously ignoring the alcohol and general mingling with the housemates, as well as the other more worthwhile pursuits (as compared to ploughing through sociological ethnographies on the state, the idea of the state, and the actual non-existence of the state).

like, whoa.