Ouch!

On the way into college yesterday morning I was walking along having a jolly conversation with Jackie the third year when, down like a sack of the proverbial went I, landed square on my knee, and ended up soaked through to the skin on my bum and all down my left leg and I now have the most gigantic bruise you could imagine on my left knee. It is sore, and it only stops aching when I walk around, now is that fair? It means it starts to throb like a bitch when I lie down and try to go to sleep, and I had to go to Meadowhell this afternoon to alleviate my discomfort. I was forced to buy new boots, rather fetching ones if I do say so, but forced nevertheless by the rabid consumerism that is Meadowhell shopping centre, Sheffield.

Other news, I didn't get chance to Twitter yesterday and so spent an hour catching up on all the twitters from all the wonderful people who have actual lives that I follow. It is voyeuristic I admit, but when one is sad, lonely, single and skint, one only has voyeurism, because, well, its cheap!

I have singularly failed to do any work today, which means that I will have to spend all of spare time over the weekend catching up with todays lack of work. I might get something done before beddie time, but not much. I must edit the kit I take in with me too, as I've been carrying around a box of crayons I haven't used once at college, and I've been there for three months. Mmmmm needs a rethink and let's dig out the old pencil case.

All to say for now, I'm off to play with my pencils and prepare my kit for the morrow.