It’s been a while since I have decided to eat alone at Wood Street. I am currently waiting for my curry, at pretty much the best restaurant this part of Walthamstow has to offer. This brings me back to the first couple of weeks I moved here.
I went to work late, and I left early, and hardly did anything in between. I am going to Berkeley next week, and I haven’t actually got anything outstanding to do. That’s a lie: I wished to finish a poster before I leave, for the AGU, and I wish to finish the paper I’ve been writing, it has been dragged out for a while and if I don’t finish it now it will be dragged for several more months. They’ve both being reviewed by my supervisor, he likes to be hands on with my work, but on the other hand, he seems to be extremely busy lately (as always, really). This left me, I feel, with nothing to do. Besides, tube worker are striking tonight and tomorrow, so I do have a legit excuse to go home easy/ not turn up tomorrow.. I will feel kind of bad though: people are counting on me tomorrow.
I got home early, feeling empty and unless, and I made it worse by just playing on the gameboy, on a pointless game I’ve completed countless times already. What am I going to do with myself? Eventually I got hungry, and on purpose I haven’t stocked any food at home, since I’m going away for a while next week, and hence after some indulgence logic, I’ve decided to have curry, and just splurged £15. And burnt my finger, but that’s another story.
