This week has been rubbish. The assignments are piling up and generally I’ve just been feeling bleh. I wouldn’t say I’m feeling homesick as such, at least, not for a place. But this is the week when the reality of months of not seeing all the people back home that I know, and love, and am so used to seeing everyday is setting in. I’m ready to go home, perhaps not straight away, but soon. So that’s where I’m at.
Anyway, moving onto WIPpet. A lot of you last week wanted answers. I’m not sure I can give them to you just yet, at least not in prose. I could maybe do a quick history lesson? Let me know. :)
Due to general bleh-ness and essay related stress, I’ve added a grand total of 0 words to SSHK this week. *sounds of trumpeters being pushed over a cliff*
For today, though, 22 (25 minus 3 for the month) words. Contextless. Meaningless. Also rather accurately summarised current mood.
Red dust hung heavy in the early morning air, agitated to rebellion by the fierce easterly wind. Nothing was in its place.
I look forward to reading all of your own WIPpets :)