The key to progress: One step forward, two steps back

So holidays- this means noodles, pizza, chips, pasta, bread and cereal. It's not exactly the Hilton, but I'm coping. I'm a man who has got by with just about enough calories to do basic activities for most of my life. There's a few people still around. Quena is still around for another week and still struggling with her dissertation-sometimes she sounds like she's given up and everytime I go to see her she's lying in bed chilling with her cat. John is rarely seen around- he materialises now and again almost literally through the walls and then mumbles something and disappears again. Further down the corridor there's a chatty girl who never clears up after using the dishes until there is a colony of algae and an eco-system in the kitchen advanced enough to search for a signal of alien life in space. Only then does she wash up. I can sort of understand that thinking- ignore the problem and decide it never existed or at least ignore it until it stops seeking attention and goes away. I use it sometimes, but one thing it will never work on is dishes. Strangely enough I eventually turned into a neat person a few years ago- I can't stand dirty dishes and I have a phobia about eating on my bed. I can't leave my room in the morning before I've made the bed. What the hell happened to me? I cannot say I saw this coming when I was sixteen.
My sleeping patterns are also a bit strange- I sleep around 4 and then get up at midday. I stagger out of bed and wolf down some cereal while trying to make a plan for the day. The plan is always to go to the library and see what happens there. Sometimes it's reading, other times I find myself engaged in slightly less productive activities. Either way I have six weeks to fit these five modules into my brain or I am doomed. There will be time to panic- oh yes, that time will come make no mistake and I will panic with dignity- but not just yet. As long as I stay on track, I feel I should be fine. I tend to be optimistic and I've been trying to impart this to everyone I meet who is still around including Elly who was a week late with an essay and it was now due in three days and having not even started typing it up, she was understandably not wearing a party hat and hanging baloons. In such situations, optimism runs and hides but I said something that ended in 'you will do fine' although I suspect what I said before that optimistic conclusion probably didnt add up.
I now realize I shouldnt have missed The Green Wing when the first season run on channel 4 some months ago. Thankfully they've run the first season again since the second one will be one soon and it's a great show- a bit like Scrubs but much more surreal and sometimes almost wonderfully bizzare. However the characters are played to perfection and there are some choice lines ('Take this book on how to deal with difficult people and fuck off!')It's also been great to watch all the repeats of The Office on BBC2 and you just have to marvel at how good Ricky Gervais is as David Brent. Sometimes you have to watch through your fingers in horror because there's just so many scenes that could make you cringe. It's comedy that punishes you for watching but still makes you laugh. I love the Tim and Dawn relationship- from the word go, you can see they like each other a lot but they just can't get that lucky break and even while they are seeing other people, it's painfully obvious. You get that situation in movies all the time, but it's rarely as convincing as it is here. It's got the sweetest will-they-wont-they scenes I think I've ever seen. There is a kind of Romeo and Juliet thing going on but...erm..without the family feuds and the pretend funeral and the stabbings and the double suicide. You would think Romeo would wait a few more seconds before taking the poison- if I lost the love of my life and thought of suicide, I'd probably give it a bit more thought than the thirty seconds Romeo took to drink up. Infact its kind of weird that 'Romeo' is now used as a term for a suave, charming guy- what kind of example did he set for men?
Yeah I watch a lot of TV after 10pm, but I'm a late sleeper and I've put my hours of reading in so sue me.