It’s February. That probably hasn’t escaped you, but I still wanted to point it out. All throughout January, February was the Promised Month, there was merely a Sea of Words to be parted (and digested, and regurgitated into three neat little papers) and then I would get there…And now I’m here, and yes, I feel free and light as a bird or one of my own stray blonde hairs. But the Sea of Words hasn’t gone anywhere, I’m afraid. To wit, my reading-list for the coming three months:

That pink thing in the middle is my pencil, with which I will leave my mark (critical margin-remarks and smiley faces, as always) on all of these fancy books. Am I trying to look interesting by showing I will be reading Arendt and Freud etc? Totally.
To balance that, here is a close-up of my new lipgloss, carried all the way from London by my tree- and view-obsessed friend:

What’s that in the background? Yes, those are the mini-packets of cornflakes I bought, in a flakey mood. I used to get those on holiday in the UK, and so this was all very nostalgic. Too nostalgic to have breakfast with them, so they became snacks.

Also, the health-fanatic person within me completely disapproves of eating that stuff (just think of the sugar! And it ain’t vegan either!). Breakfast is a time for soymilk and green tea and expensive granola, thank you very much. Preferably eaten in bed, in the midsts of messed-up sheets.

Right. Enough about the cornflakes.
The title of this particular post referred to LOOOAAADS of work. And you may be cruel enough to look at that first picture and think to yourself, “One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight Books!” (Why would you count with capital letters, that’s just silly!) “Eight books in three months, that really isn’t so bad…That odd blonde girl really whines about everything, golly.”
Well, you would golly-well be wrong.
Why? I’ll show you why! There’s another pile!

This is the preliminary thesis-pile. Take a wild guess what my thesis is about…Go on.
And, hello, who’s on top of the pile? (Besides me. I am on top of that thesis!)

Serene, isn’t he?
You know who else it pretty serene? In a loopy, fruity kind of way?

Banana Girl, you old fruit, you really pop up everywhere, don’t you?
Okay, time to stop and get back to doing all those important things I should be doing. There’s many of them, trust me…
Until the next ridiculous pictoral interlude!