I've been told I don't know what I want. Which isn't exactly true: I know exactly what I want, but different parts of me want different things...
In the meantime, I'm getting more and more stir crazy at work. What I wouldn't give to be on holiday again... Or not even on holiday, even a few weeks at home would do me a world of good
I've got a few days off here and there till the end of the year (for my creative writing course mostly), but I'm looking forward especially to my week off at the beginning of November: Champagne region, here we come