FREEDOM

For at least FIVE WHOLE MINUTES. Essay in, Macbeth bought, coloured pencils at the READY bim bam boom DONE. I am on fire. Well, not so much, as it was rubbish, but you knowwww how I like to go on about it.

Next up is a nice renaissance module, and I have no idea how that is going to go. But it's okay, because I bought some Shakespeare post-its, so I am clearly on to a winner. The reading for the module is more than a tiny bit terrifying. Partly because there is just so much of it, and partly because the typeface is in oldy timey style, meaning that s is f, and v is u, whilst f still also remains f and u also still remains u. It is very confusing, and as I am easily confused, it is not ideal. My fast reading is being put on the back burner whilst I attempt to physically read it, let alone take in what it is saying. BUT ENOUGH OF THAT.

Last night I celebrated getting rid of the bastard Making Progress essay by going to... wait for it... THE VAULTS. Hurrah and huzzah. How I have missed it. I have not been there for many a moon. Or since my birthday. Or whatever. It was wonderful, as always. Much dancing to embarrassing music, and plenty of trying to escape gropey people. But as I always say, at least there's never a queue to get in, and the floors are not sticky. This, to me, is definitely worth the odd arse pinch or seven. Sadly, though, due to the amount of alcohol that I consumed, I did find myself feeling truly appalling this morning. Especially when I walked into the living room and found several glasses half full (see, ever the optimist) of biscotti baileys. Urgh. No. That is not what a hungover Cassie wants to see in the morning. Not any morning, actually, but even more so when I am horribly wretched. But it was okay, as I sorted myself out by going for a nice Firehouse lunch. Not before forcing Jon to blowdry my hair, as I could not cope with it myself. Plus I am lazy. Very lazy. The afternoon was rounded off with a trip to Tea on the Green, where they had some amazing Fornasetti wallpaper, that I am excessively jealous of. I think I would like a Fornasetti dress. Do they exist? I don't know. Someone find out for me. Emily and Joe joined us at the Tea on the Green, which was, of course, wonderful. And I am going to see The Artist with them (and also Clio) next week, which I am SUPER excited about.

So that just about rounds up a reasonably boring post. Which is appropriate, as my life is reasonably boring at this moment. I promise it will be more interesting next time, when I will regale you all (ie. Future Cassie) with stories of how I have become a successful artist, with three Arabian husbands (who are obviously all v rich) and a fleet of manservants to look after my every whim.

Good night, and good luck, my children.