Τί σκατοχρονιά α.
god knows what crap 2017 will bring.
A wedding (i hope)
No funerals (i hope)
a haem registrar job (i hope)
maybe stop living like a student and move in with XX – just the 2 of us (i hope)
A monsteria plant (i hope)
A three times a day reminder to have my iron tablet maybe? (i hope but i do not act, amen. The problem is that I can’t down it with a coffee…you know, coffee pretty much stops the absorption of iron. Not my fault!).
World peace (i need a miracle here).
Αχ θεε μου τί σκατά σ’ανάδοξε μια μέρα…εν εκάθεσουν στ’ αυκά σου, ίντα έθελες γη τζαι ανθρώπους.
Greedy bastards that are ruining everything along there stride including themselves.
In other news, I had an interview for a dream job that most likely I screwed up cos that is what I tend to do. But maybe i haven’t, god knows.
I have not managed yet to finish my Paul Dirac book – maybe I should do that tonight. You know, Dirac has always been my fave theoretician. Neat.
Luxury – Απετάξω τω Σατανά; Απεταξάμην
I’m struggling with the concept of luxury. What is luxury. Is it a need? I don’t need it, do i?
If I am able to have food, drink, shower, private clean toilet, bedroom, do I even need anything else? What is need vs want. Why do I feel guilt for having a bit of luxury? Why are the homeless parked with their cardboard boxes and newspapers outside Heals (posh home/furniture shop) on Tottenham Court Road?
I don’t get any of these man.