Solstice Pt 1.

About this time last week I was going to post one of those "I've got nothing to write about, so I'll write about nothing" kind of posts. It's a good job that I didn't, because the only thing worse than having nothing to say, is saying something about nothing. Then Wednesday came.

Wednesday was the summer solstice, and ironically one of the longest days I've had in a long while. I'm pretty sure, if memory serves me correctly, that I got rather drunk on Tuesday (oh yes, it was a friend's 21st birthday); Wednesday started on a hangover. I fell out of bed and crawled into the shower at around lunchtime. My band Bennett Folds Fives had a practice at about two, so I wanted to be a little awake for it. Cramming a bacon sandwich down my neck, I rushed to the rehearsal, which went well. Walking back home at about four o'clock, I remembered that I was supposed to have an end of year tutorial at college in the morning. Bugger.

And so, via a trip home to drop off some crap, I ventured to college. After cheekily jumping ahead of someone in the queue to chat to one of my tutors, and explain to them why I was four hours late, I was a bit pissed off with my results. But, in all honesty if I'm on a 2:1 with submitting half assed, last minute work, I could be in a worse predicament.