I think my immune system was low following a particularly debauched party on Saturday which resulted in a three day queasy hangover. This part at least, was self induced. It was worth it though, I thought. The party was in an amazing house with a good space for a dancefloor, full of really cool people. There were three DJs and I heard some of the best uplifting trance I've heard for ages. Why, why, Oh why don't they play that stuff in any Bristol clubs? What is the fascination for dirgy, downbeat, moronic repetitive noise in Bristol clubs? Beats me.
Last Wednesday I did a photoshoot at dylan's house. I was pleased with the results I've seen on R's camera. I'm not looking too bad. It's amazing what you can do with a bit of makeup.
The weekend before that, I was at a university conference where I gave a paper to an audience of MA students. It was a sympathetic audience but they asked tricky questions. I feel more confident now about speaking to groups of people, which is just as well, because I have five conferences lined up before the end of this academic year!!
I stayed with joysilence, which was way better than the youth hostel, despite a crazy incident involving me believeing myself to be locked out when in fact I wasn't. (The door was open, I just didn't realise it!) We watched a movie called "Manhunter" which is a bit like a cross between Seven and Silence of the Lambs, except older and possibly better.
I've been doing some major thinking about my PhD thesis over the last couple of weeks. I've decided on new foci and structure and am now feeling a lot more positive that it is my own. I was starting to feel a bit depressed about the whole endeavor, it can be so hard to motivate yourself, sitting in front of the same desk day after day.
Bleargh! I hope my tummy feels better tomorrow. I'm supposed to be going into work and can't really afford to take a day off.