The Hanged Man

If I had used my pack of Tarot cards a few weeks ago this is what I would have got.

My entire world has been flipped on it's head, new job (fun, but knackering), uni and finding a room to let on the other side of the UK. The last is proving the trickiest. I've found a pretty good place, but the guy's only letting me get it if I visit him first, and the soonest would be Tuesday morning 10am.

1. The guy lives in Oxford, to get there I'd have to get up at the arse-crack of dawn.

2. I have work that day.

3. I'm already in my bosses bad books for requesting the next week off, he only agreed if I doubled my payload. Oh well, I'd been doing twice as much anyway, but cutting another day off would be a great way to get transferred to the centaur liasion office.

Anyway. There's a chance this landlord will get a new house and re-do that for potential students, so all is not lost, but unles I can somehow convince my data collection team a trip to Oxford is a good idea I have no idea how I'm going to meet him.

Must ask Dad.

Gods, I'm so exhausted, I haven't had a decent night's sleep all week, and I've found it really hard to get anything done where Crepuscule is concerned. Writing while half-awake is not a good idea, and not only because of the potential spelling mistakes! I'll have tomorrow off thank the stars, I had to go check out the potential rooms today and only just came back. Plus, long weekend, yay!

Then I'll have a (paid) week off to cruise up the Thames with mother, step-dad and (hopefully) best friend.

Well, this week's watchword has been 'perceverence', which I think I spelt wrong, so I shouldn't worry quite yet.

Some things, however, don't change. Here's chapter five of Crepuscule.

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The Hanged Man

If I had used my pack of Tarot cards a few weeks ago this is what I would have got.

My entire world has been flipped on it's head, new job (fun, but knackering), uni and finding a room to let on the other side of the UK. The last is proving the trickiest. I've found a pretty good place, but the guy's only letting me get it if I visit him first, and the soonest would be Tuesday morning 10am.

1. The guy lives in Oxford, to get there I'd have to get up at the arse-crack of dawn.

2. I have work that day.

3. I'm already in my bosses bad books for requesting the next week off, he only agreed if I doubled my payload. Oh well, I'd been doing twice as much anyway, but cutting another day off would be a great way to get transferred to the centaur liasion office.

Anyway. There's a chance this landlord will get a new house and re-do that for potential students, so all is not lost, but unles I can somehow convince my data collection team a trip to Oxford is a good idea I have no idea how I'm going to meet him.

Must ask Dad.

Gods, I'm so exhausted, I haven't had a decent night's sleep all week, and I've found it really hard to get anything done where Crepuscule is concerned. Writing while half-awake is not a good idea, and not only because of the potential spelling mistakes! I'll have tomorrow off thank the stars, I had to go check out the potential rooms today and only just came back. Plus, long weekend, yay!

Then I'll have a (paid) week off to cruise up the Thames with mother, step-dad and (hopefully) best friend.

Well, this week's watchword has been 'perceverence', which I think I spelt wrong, so I shouldn't worry quite yet.

Some things, however, don't change. Here's chapter five of Crepuscule.

( ... )