I feel like the week has barely started before it’s already sunday again,
where did all those days where i was meant to work go?
what happened to the countless hours i was meant to be spending on reading?
with only one day a week at uni, i think it is expected that i do more work than i do.
yet it is sunday i’m still partly in my jammies, Renate left for the library an hour ago:O
don’t get me wrong I am working my way through that pile of books, sloooowly..
we’ve spent most of the weekend drooling over nice appartments..
found quite a few, we might request a viewing or two, just to see what they’re actually like.. they’re not horribly expencive either..
this is getting more and more tempting everytime we look at it..
hopefully we can still get an appartment or something closer to the time we’re getting back too, because i do not wanna pay rent for the entire summer really..
anyway I am now returning to that pile i previously mentioned, dont want Renate to come home to me not having done a thing, that would be embarassing :O