I bought this mug in Oxford and I love it. And also the only reason I started this entry was to try and make a list of things I intend to do this year, to use for reference purposes, but I haven’t got there quite yet. Oh well. Let’s see what comes out.
lose that terrifying excess weight. I’ve done nothing but eat and drink over the holidays (okay, so it’s only a week) and I look like a fucking apple round the midsection. This is a problem. I’ve always been a bit like a fruit, but now much more so than before. Thank God I’ve finally got dieting to work for me - nobody knows how long it’s been since my last plate of this (unfortunately). We’ll see how long I live on protein and lemonade.
stop getting wasted in public. I think that saying I’d stop drinking is one of the most ridiculous New Year’s resolutions I could ever attempt to make, seeing as how I write and writers are notorious for drinking (if you don’t understand why, it’s obvious that you don’t write). it’s not that it’s something obligatory you do to become a writer, it’s a habit that you can’t kick once you start writing. try it. I’m aware that I don’t drink enough to kill myself/get cirrhosis/pass out in the street or anything - though I have come close - but I can’t get it out of my head how unseemly it is to be wandering around the city drunk and shouting at people, and so in the future, if it’s absolutely necessary for creative (and stress-related) reasons to get drunk, I’m going to do so at home and be boring just like my friends who make me go all the way to Casco Viejo to drink a fucking Nestea. Anyways.
learn to speak català. I’ve already started, it’s merely a question of time and effort; I need books, I need to find a balance between whatever it is that I’m writing and studying Catalan, which is far less important than what I’m writing but equally necessary. I have three weeks to get to Barcelona and be able to manage semi-basic conversations (food, drink, directions, at least the imperfect and past simple, adjectives, etc). I’m not going to study tonight, but starting tomorrow, a darle caña.
finish this thing I’m writing. and that’s the last I’m going to say about it, I have no desire to be an object of public ridicule.
