My short term memory’s gone to shit. Leaving toast in the toaster is the worst thing. Such a simple mistake but filling the kitchen with dark billowing black smoke, accompanied with the attention-seeking chirps of the fire alarm, yeah, never a good look. I should see someone about it. I don’t think I’ve ever actually followed that sentence with the action of actually ‘seeing someone’ about whatever it is that’s ruining my life. Maybe this is a self-care thing, or maybe I should set the dial on the toaster. Ah who cares, I’ll have forgotten about this in an hour.
I think my long term is still up and running but don’t have much to check that. I’m not the best at keeping photos and I don’t date my journal entries so there’s no knowing how far back I can remember. The only photos I have are pre-fat matt and pre-parent separation. Different life, different matt.
I need a good heartbreak, that’s what I need. A hard reset.
My dissertation is due in a few weeks, I’ve cleared everything from my calendar to make way for it. I’ve done about 10%, really struggling to work where I am. This weekend I’ll take off to somewhere new, somewhere warm, with Wi-Fi and spend a good few weeks on it.
And fruit, really into my fruit these days.
Oxford, done. London, done. Ashbourne, done. Amsterdam, done. About time I flipped the travel coin