I am actually really worried about this writing assignment. I am worried that my work won't be up to academic scratch, that it will be shallow and banal and shitty. I read through the Singapore chapter of a previous project on religious freedom in Asia (Southeast Asia?) and the amount of detail and research that went into it is just...all I could think of was, 'Oh my god, how am I going to match this?'
Thank goodness there is a 6,000 word limit. That religious freedom piece is definitely more than 6,000. Oh well, I'll worry about it on Sunday or Monday.
I went on a mini shopping spree after the visa appointment (on that note, I'm now worried that I didn't provide enough documents. In my defence, Singaporeans don't need to provide any, but the UK Home Office reserves the right to ask for documents. Why do they make these things so complicated? Just say whether you want or not, innit). I bought some new bras; I'm still wearing bras that I bought in 2012. It's the last day of my birthday month, which means the last day of the 50% discount that I get in my birthday month, which means I bought a lot of things. I'm so pleased.
I also bought a pair of new strappy sandals from Topshop and a random new bag from Dorothy Perkins. It kind of agitates me that I'm buying things from British high street brands, seeing as I'm going back to the UK where these brands are cheaper; but I didn't really have a lot of options due to my refusal to use leather products. Anyway, it wasn't super expensive, so it was fine.
I bought a random new top from Mango just because, and some medicine for this annoying cold that refuses to go away for good. After taking the pill to clear my air passage, though, I just felt incredibly dehydrated (I still do). I'm not going to take it anymore. I just took the cough syrup, which is supposed to be non-drowsy, but I feel really, really sleepy now.
I sat at Robert Timms with a latte and actually did some work, like I mentioned earlier. For some reason I didn't feel like working on that piece of writing I produced after the Mark Debacle (yes I am still editing it; it is far from being readable by a third party). I sat in the Orchard library before dinner, reading Colin Barrett's Young Skins and falling asleep. It was really tiring to be out the whole day.
Mel and I had dinner at Paradise Inn, Somerset313. We ordered two small dishes and couldn't finish them. I suspect the pill I took messed with my appetite (this is why I don't like to take medication from someone other than a doctor). As always, it was great talking to her. We both realised that we overdo one of our better personality traits. I guess it's not so bad if we recognise it, but then again, people hardly ever change.
I'm going to bed. I'm meeting G in about 15 hours...totes excited. (Teenybopper slang is entirely appropriate for my teenybopper behaviour.) I texted him a while ago asking how his dinner with colleagues was, but he hasn't replied, and I am too tired to wait. Anyway, the time and place have been decided, so that's that.