Rivers of ink

To go with the forests of paper that I have been using. I will be so glad when Friday is done and all my work is handed in. Maybe I'll be able to sleep, and not lie awake, wild eyed for hours wondering if I should include my Little Red Riding Hood story, or substitute it for my Hamlet Character Tragedy. As soon as I squash those thoughts, more worries fizz up about whether I've offended people. My housemate was very quiet this evening, so I was concerned I'd perhaps offended her by not putting my dishes away. Or was it because I used her washing up water? It is of course a very arrogant thing worrying that you've offended someone, just because they're a bit quiet. I'm sure there are far more things than my dishes or me that she could have been thinking about. Anyway...
She very kindly offered me the bowl of chocolate frosting she had been using to ice muffins the other day to finish off. She knows my sweet tooth far too well. I pretended I really wasn't bothered about it, and casually said 'Oh no, I'll just have a little taste, then wash the bowl out' I waited until she had left the kitchen, then dived into the bowl and made myself feel sick by eating a few spoonfuls of white chocolate frosting. Oh but it was sweet, so sweet. And pink, strangely enough. No wonder I didn't sleep that night either with a bloodstream full of sugar and colourings.
I now have my website pretty much up and running, hoorary! With a very tasteful picture of a beach at the top which I like to think conveys an image of me as somewhat serious and thoughtful, fond of wandering along beaches, cutting a fascinating and brooding figure as I ponder amongst the rock pools. Though stamping along the sand and splashing about in the sea in flower patterned wellies is closer to the truth.