new house

im all moved in and living in my new house in bristol. its decorated wierdly, a lot sqitzaphrenic but i have an ubandance of self space and my bed dosn't sqeek everytime i move.
with mark growing a fine afro, in which i see a truely superior potential that has made me feel like "the father who is living out his dreams through his child", im always asking him to fluff it up and stuff. i aim to stop that.
im sitting on the stairs which is the only communal place i can get internet signal. it feels a little arkward but whatever.

i wish i had a far more passionate interest in the current prostate cancer screening methods... that would help motivate me to do something about my distertation... otherwise, like abdi said "they'll be like 'wheres dave'... 'oh hes collecting papers on the street, hes gone crazy" (from leaving things to the last minuite)