12/ major whingeing ahead

gosh everyday is a still a fucking mission

hanging on by my teeth

thank goodness for mouthguards?

been turning to rugby for the necessary distraction and fortitude

but i'm just not up for tomorrow's match

and this is where obligation and responsibility step in to give me the shove

what am i doing here, listening to techno on french web radio at 1am?

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body is increasingly inflicted by injuries, both rugby-related and otherwise

neck pain from wednesday training is still bugging me. might have to see a physio if it doesn't go away soon. hope it doesn't come to that!

i also stupidly injured my shin when i tried to climb over the bench table in the lecture theatre. knocked my shin on the edge of the table, gosh the sharp pain was pretty unbearable. i've now got an inperceptible but worryingly painful bruise - hope i haven't actually fractured or damaged anything seriously

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work this evening was borrrring. stood behind buffet tables. zzzz. i even resorted to clearing plates, usually my pet hate (it isn't terribly fun to clear heavy white plates from tables, with food and cutlery threatening to fall off the edges), because i was worried i'd fall asleep standing

today i was so tired for no apparent reason (well maybe the late nights have something to do with it!), i slept from midday till half past 2, kept snoozing my alarm clock

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second year. crazy.

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