This song plays on repeat on my ipod, Sunshine, not by choice, entirely by fluke.
Where am I? Nowhere, everywhere and somewhere in between. Currently reading The Name of the Wind nightly before sleep, it has me hooked enough to forgo a little sleep and a lot of energy for its words so that is a good sign, I suppose.
There are three pieces of assessment with my name on them – a feature article due tomorrow worth 30%, an essay due Wednesday worth 50% and another essay due 16 June, but which I would like to submit this Friday. That last hope is largely crazy, considering I haven’t yet started working on it.
Apart from knowing I’m basing it around Ed Murrow’s (in)famous speech. And perhaps comparing it to the state of broadcast journalism today. Perhaps, mayhap, maybe.
For now this is all I have.