Today, after the miracle that was yesterday, I'm going to do some more work. It's crazy I know!

I'm finding it really hard to get motivated at the moment, it's not that I don't like the subject I am taking or anything, or that I have better things to do, I just can't feel like it's worthwhile doing. Possibly because of all the money problams I had earlier in the year, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to stay at uni, so therefore didn't do any work. Now I'm staying, I really need to get the work in. My course director, Wyn Johnson, is on at me for an essay that was due in last term, but I emailed her for help on it, and she never replied. So whats a gal meant to do? It's on a really hard topic aswell, one I just can't get to grips with.

We didn't go out last night. I made chicken kievs with oily rice. It was meant to be fried rice, but it all just soaked up the oil then stuck to the bottom of the van. Actually, it was pretty vile. But he ate it anyway cos he will, litrally, eat anything. I don't understand that about men. They are picky about football, cars, women, nothing but what they think is the best will do. They wear the same clothes for a week in a row and shave once a year when the cows come home. And yet they will eat anyhing. Three day old pizza, cold chips, pasta thats been left out over night and has gone hard. Why do they do this? Why do I bother spending four hours cooking if I can just spend three minutes scraping last weeks dinners off the bottom of the oven and giving him that?

Crazy.

Katie