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 good, solid striker who’ll keep me alive. I’m joking but still: it’s a decent option. Modern, dynamic, and it gets me on the track.
Thursday… fuck knows. I think it was the day I was booking flights for Paulė to come back to the UK — after Christmas, Boxing Day flight. Work’s been okay. Wrote a bunch of stuff about Joe Rogan and China and space and AI and Japan, all the Asia-leaning stories. Haven’t taken off into orbit but I’ve held my ground. Played loads of table football. Been swimming. Been running. Sleeping reasonably. Overall, it’s been a solid week back in Lithuania after the Vietnam/Cambodia trip — which I’ll blog about soon.
Grandfather’s still in pain. More on everything else later.
Signing off — need to get down to work, teach, then chill tonight. Maybe watch a movie. Writing competition this weekend.
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