Seven Days.

I'm the girl next door - The guy with the hair - The one you can't take your eyes off - I'm trouble, allegedly - And a florist, definitely - I can make you cry - I'm a property mogel - And I can't afford the rent - I'm posh - And I'm the one who pours the paints - I've been here forever - And I've only just arrived - I call this place heaven - I call this place a mess - In seven days a lot can happen here - And a lot usually does - Come and take a look around - We've left the door wide open.

It's so, so genius.

so I'm just in the library,

a place that I've visited more in the last few weeks than ever before in my life - I kid you not. And I can already tell we're going to be good friends. It's already provided me information that has contributed to my understanding of several topics within two of my heavy-loaded subjects. For that I am particularly grateful.

And even though I am in its company again, among the many facts and opininions positioned in the many books it holds, all I can think about is some other source I have interest in. I hadn't realised such thoughts could be so distracting...

I like the cold too. It makes wanting to stay under a duvet all day a little more acceptable.