First week of Dec
What a fucking week. Got back from Vietnam on Monday. Absolutely jet-lagged — like singed hair that’s just been burned. Slept it off pretty well, had a light day, loads of sleep, loads of stodgy food. Honestly can’t even remember half of it, but it took a few days to level up again. Stress has been way lower this week. Each day’s had small wins — little dopamine boosts. Tuesday was good: back at work, knocked out the articles I needed to write, and got a gold-style reply. Felt like a proper win. Wednesday was the real struggle. Had the interview for the existential therapy degree at Middlesex, and it brought some stumbling blocks — technical glitches, awkward moments, and then the kicker: the start date being September next year instead of January. Glad I’d put three irons in the fire and researched other programmes. Ended up just paying and committing to St Mary’s for January. Feel great about that. Feels like being a relegation-threatened team that’s signed Dominic Calvert-Lewin — a ...