a month ago, I was counting the specks of dust glinting in the light of a 4am sunrise, the change I needed for a Mars Bars from the vending machine across the room and the hours I had before my Jurisprudence paper.

three weeks ago, I was counting the number of unwatched Suits episodes I had, the number of underwear to pack and the days, mostly the days.

a week ago, I was counting the exchange rate of the Pound against three different currencies, the walking distance between Metro A to tram station B versus Metro C to tram station A, and the number of McD burgers I had to get to rid of my foreign coins.

today, I'm up at 9am on a Sunday morning with over eight hours of sleep sipping on tea and honey and I'm sure I should go for a jog, roast a turkey, start picketing against the minimum wage.

sounds like a plan.