Today I woke up at quarter past eight.
I took an hour and a half to plan this small few minute thing for the university radio. Meaning I had the interview already, and I just made (half) a script for the final edited version. Because I was too tired to do it last night after training.
Then I went to the university at ten to actually edit that thing. That took two hours. Would've taken more but I didn't have time. It turns out I should've done a whole script.
Then I had some lunch.
At one I went back to the radio and started writing some news.
At four I read the news on the radio for two and a half minutes. And at five. And at six.
Then I came home, ate a little something, played the flute for about fifteen minutes, answered some e-mail, did some school work, read the newspaper and finished some other small stuff I had left unfinished.
And suddenly it was about eight thirty, and both me and my roommate didn't care about doing anything any more, so we watched how Benedict Cumberbatch thought he saw a giant dog and then jumped off a roof.
And then I realised it's a Tuesday an I should write something.
But now I'm really, really tired, and since you (again) didn't write anything, I'm just going to go to bed. Because again tomorrow I need to get up at eight fifteen and do some school stuff I haven't had time to do, because my April is just so very full of everything. The positive thing all that everything is a lot of fun. Except at this time of night.
This time I will hear from you on Friday, ok?
~matu
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