So I’ve now officially met with each of my classes and had my first one on one with my tutor. I really like everything so far. The work isn’t hard yet, but it is already rewarding. I keep getting story ideas (not really specific to here, but still) for a lot of stuff.

I think my Tragedy and Modernity instructor may let me write a creative piece for our final essay. Could be a good excuse to finally work on When the Walls Fell (or as I’ve tentatively re-titled it, Upper Crust) as I’m trying to follow Arthur Miller’s guidelines for a modern hero. I stopped working on it after my dad died for reasons that will be obvious to anyone who reads it. But life goes on.

I really don’t want to go to this Iain Banks thing tonight, but I also do. I’m just exhausted from lack of sleep. My summertime insomnia because jet lag and now has digivolved into “Well you don’t get to sleep anymore because Fuck You, that’s why.”

And I dropped my toothbrush behind my bookshelf…

In other news, I have a problem with Scotland: I’m too tall for everything. I thought it would be my generous waist that would cause me the most issues on this trip but apparently 5’10” (6’ on a windy day) is too tall in the UK. I can’t ride the bus, use ATMs, look in a mirror, or go through some doors without turning into some kind of splayed Olympian.

You live, you learn I guess. Unless you get hit by a bus because you looked the wrong way at a crosswalk.