revision and the noble art of avoidance!

Bless me blog readers for I have sinned (in fact am sinning right now). It is fifteen years since my last essay based exam.

I confess that I am in the course of the last three and next seven days, trying my best to avoid the activity known to be saintly among students: namely that of revision. I have indulged in the following activities already:

Shopping (ASDA, for pressies for people... all very worthy)
Church (technically not a sin in real life but possibly here)
Tea (see above)
More tea
More tea still
Ironing (serious sin coming)
Watching 20 Greatest Christmas Hits!
Watching 100 Greatest Christmas Moments!!

I will indulge in the following sinful pursuits in the next few days:

Spooks... (woo)
Driving 200 miles to Leeds
More tea (this time with a Bishop.. not quite a cardinal sin but..)
More driving
Maybe getting caught in the snow
Maybe trying to write an essay instead of revising
Oh, and this.. blogging..

Its not good..

Comments

Michael said…

May I suggest a healthy walk? You can convince yourself that it will clear your head and help you work better when you return; but in reality it can waste hours!

12:48 pm

Jude said…

Ooh a healthy walk..

Good call.

Today I drove for four hours for a forty minute meeting.. now thats procrastination!

10:43 pm

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