This feels like the longest week ever.

Ever since the exams finished, I've felt like I've got nothing to do, especially since I lost my fake ID and my phone (& can't afford a new one) so it's a bit awkward to go out. Days drag on when all you have to do is plan your unwanted gap year, rewatch Daria on youtube and chat in Cafe Nero (or Nerd, as I like to call it) in between other people's lectures. At the moment, it feels like the whole day is one long build-up for a night out tbf. Even PMQs is dull. Plus, I'm looking forward to a possible 'Offer Friday' from the LSE, my 18th birthday on Sunday and getting out of the city for my jollies on Monday. & time always go slower when you're waiting for something. It doesn't help that I'm reading a lot of Kafka, so life is seeming pretty meaningless philosophically; Aggrippa's Trilemma will be the death of me.

This week just needs to hurry the fuck up.