endgame

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it's really boring when you're not tired but you want to sleep because there's nothing to do. everyone in my house has disappeared into thin air oh what if that had actually happened and i am indeed the last person left on earth o wouldn't that be odd. i think what i'd do first is go and eat someone else's cereal in the kitchen. then probably cry

i finished my last essay of the term today hooray for me. i think i will go home soon but i'm not sure because there's not much to do at home and i can't really work there. i plan to frequent the british library this holiday though because it's fun to watch the people there, and to sit at a desk with a book looking intelligent.

in my many hours to kill today i watched bbc iplayer which i wish i hadn't discovered and shappi khorsandi was live at the apollo. i was disappointed in her because i heard her on radio 3 or something about 3 years ago (the number 3 might not be anything to do with this story but it seems to want to get involved) and i thought she was funny and cool but this time she just spent about 20 minutes telling jokes that mainly revolved around the fact that she is asian and i thought, well isn't that sad that she now thinks that the only thing she can talk about is her race when she used to be quite interesting.

i'm hungry maybe i should go and see if the whole of the human race has been destroyed apart from me. if not: good. if so: potentially good for the three or thereabouts minutes of stolen-cereal-eating that i can partake of before i start crying.

also my mouth hurts and i think i have mouth cancer.

right.

bonne nuit, blog.