Survival Mode

So July was a crazy month: huge fat Scottish weddings, my graduation, labyrinthitis, independent study, work planning days…

As usually happens when things get this busy, my brain decided that the Apocalypse had started and went into survival mode. What does that look like? Mostly an inability to read anything other than comic books and an intense craving for sugar.

25 TPBs and a lot of doughnuts later I’m starting to feel like I can cope with the world, which is handy as I’ve signed up for yet more Coursera modules, I’m going to the Edinburgh Festival, and, yes, there’s another wedding coming up.

Time to hide the comic books?