time well spent

My stomach hurts, partly because I'm tender and bloated with menstruation and partly because it doesn't like being full these days. I make a concerted effort to eat because it would be so easy not to, but my gut is invariably displeased. Alzeena made us curry tonight and we ate it on the grass in Trinity Hall, while sunset turned to twilight and the air became soft and scented. It was so hot today.

I have been living in the library recently, ploughing laboriously through Plato's Ion and Lysias 1. Tonight I would begin Hippolytus but I have a Greek prose composition to write. The supervision should have been on Tuesday but I was so immersed in revision panic I completely forgot about it; I hadn't even realised I had any more supervisions. I would like to be doing anything other than work - the days are so beautiful and the sun so bright it's impossible to concentrate. I have ideas to start writing again and I can't wait for the summer.

I made a new layout for this journal (it only works in 1024x768), although I should really have spent the time revising. I should be spending all my time revising; I shouldn't even be on here. I feel guilty when I sleep because it seems like time wasted.

I'm yearning for something, but I'm not sure what.