Dear Europe, I'm sorry. I tried. We have fucked ourselves and are going to have to live with the consequences. Consequences that were TOTALLY avoidable. It's a tad frustrating tbh.
Last night my brain dreamt that my family and I got a horrifically virulent strain of chicken pox and had to try and navigate the world without starting an epidemic. My brain obviously agrees with me that this is a horrendous business.
One of my students said yesterday I should get a handle on the swearing. I didn't say "if all y'all weren't such fuckers that would definitely be a thing I could try" but it was a close run thing. This week is my worst work wise. I have two 10 hour days and it's all very busy. But it's done now. Fuck em. Sleep.
I remember... 8 years ago... I skipped out on work early so I could watch the Obama inauguration speech at home on tele. He mentioned soil and I cheered quietly, all alone on the couch. It was a good day.
I'm going out for a long run over the Moors this morning. Gonna pound the remains of 2016 into the mud and watch it DIE.
Very cathartic.
However, it'll mean I probably won't be around online to wish my Australians the first and most hopeful happy new year. So I'm putting it down here in advance.
Happy New Year, my lovelies. I wish you so many good things. And don't worry - we in the North will be out, watching The Wall for you. Enjoy your celebrations, we won't let anything through.
