Well, I brought Mum a birthday present yesterday and Dad a Father's Day present. They're awful but it'll have to do. I'll make Mum breakfast or something special to make up for it ... and Dad, well, it's just too bad. Now I just need to do more work on SOR and English and life will really be looking up and I won't be fearing September 8 so much. I'm going to aim to have this essay looking pretty much complete by Mum's birthday on Wednesday, and the English play memorised by Friday. I don't know if I can meet that, but putting a goal on myself should make me stop procrastinating.
Wow, it's cold. 18C. Absolutely frozen, yes.
(Yes, I'm being sarcastic ... although this does feel a tad cold ...)
