My computer packed up, and the shop wouldn't repair it, despite the fact it is under warranty, so I haven't blogged in a while. For the most part, life sucks. I'm still working for Chairlady Mao down at the Chinese restaurant, and bustin' my ass at the commie café for peanuts. I can't afford rent, council tax nor to replace the PC. I am not permitted to re-take Latin so I am on tender-hooks about my result for my advanced Latin re-sit. The University very kindly have offered me a degree still, but I will not be conferred with the honours of a Classical Studies degree. If I do flunk the Latin, as far as I can see I may as well have not gone to University in the first place. I will take some crayons into my Roman Archaeology examination and write the entire lot in pink letters (in Latin) complete with rainbows, unicorns and leprechauns on the paper, as I intend to purposely fail so that I earn a diploma in humanitas instead of a degree in "Open" (which is not a subject, and merely a form of advertising for the University). I am fed up, down in the dumps, and have reached my wits end. Again.
Artists generally care only for what other artists think (and patrons), and yesterday at the show, a great artist came to see me play. I was deeply moved and most profoundly honoured.
A ray of light, in an otherwise dull and meaningless void that is my solitary life.
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