Bits of the Shins' Young Pilgrims

"A cold and wet November dawn
And there are no barking sparrows
Just emptiness to dwell upon.
I fell into a winter slide
And ended up the kind of kid who goes down chutes too narrow
Just eking out my measly pies"

My second attempt at pecan pie has turned out pretty well, except my pie filling managed to seep through the base and make a muck of my pastry again. Chopped chocolate was a last minute addition that didnt do much in the way of taste.
I shudder at the idea of wearing those tiny shorts- its too cold and my arse is bigger than ever.
Fat whinge, sorry.

"Of course I was raised to gather courage from those
Lofty tales so tried and true and
If you're able
I'd suggest it
'cause this modern thought can get the best of you."

I collapsed on the floor sleeping last night at midnight. The cramp in my right hand has not resolved fully. My legs are made out of lead, my back full of arrows and my pectoralises hurt. PBL is not done and a sloth in south america is making better progress up a tree than i am with my revision.

"This rather simple epitaph can
save your hide your falling mind
Fate isn't what we're up against
there's no design no flaws to find
There's no design no flaws to find."

If what they tell me at boarding school is true, i may get pneumonia. I'm surrounded by damp clothes- lacy racy things i cant pop in the machine and clothes that didnt get enough dry time in the dryer ( because i gave my last 50p to the guy playing a penny whistle outside of budgens- dont ask me why).

"But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I
Know I got this side of me that
Wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just
Fly the whole mess into the sea. "

How i wish i could do that.