glitch city

My mother remarks this year is not going well.

University is the master and I am the slave, I shall forsake all others to it.

Or so goes the theory.

And thats only when your kid hasn't sconed itself at second lunch with a flying fox, or your partners dad doesn't collapse at the airport, or your sconed kid comes down with a cold that turns into asthma.

I had to take him to school today, a 2 hour lecture about sexuality and courtship. Kid has massive cough inclusive of big green lugie's, and snot and general malaise. He was a trooper, but I was distracted. And with half an hour to go he whispers quietly to me that he needs to do poos.

It was all the encouragement I needed to get up and leave. 90 minutes was better than no minutes. 18 year old girls googooed over him and offered him food in the break, I could lend him to single people trying to get a date. " is he yours?... yes... aww hes so cute... whats your number?"...

Week 4 is not really much better than week 3.

or something.