Time management and the proverbial three busses

As many of you know, I have spent the last couple of months getting paid to do nothing more than roll into uni once a week, and write an essay. Of course, I didn't give the essay a second glance during that whole period, preferring to sit around on my lazy arse writing music and playing poker. It suddenly occurred to me towards the end of last week (my last week off before starting a full-time placement), that the essay has to be in very shortly after the Easter break.

Of course this wouldn't be a problem, if it weren't for the fact that next Thursday I am flying to Egypt for a fortnight, returning home just four days before the essay is due in. Now this wouldn't necessarily be a problem either, after all, four days is plenty of time to write an essay. However, the weekend following my return is already triple-booked with essentials, namely my football team's end of season meal, my Nephew's third birthday, and not to mention the return of Will Skinner to the UK after nearly two years in the wilderness (well, Sydney).

So, I am left in the ridiculous position where I am somehow going to have to write a completely uninspiring 3000 word essay in the next week before I go, at the same time as working full-time shifts. I'm actually going to have to work for my money! I'm sure many of you will be pleased to hear that the slightly smug grin that I've been unable to hide for the last couple of months has been well and truly wiped from my face. I'm sure it will return when I arrive in Cairo next week, or perhaps in June when I start my eight-week paid summer holiday. Mwaaa haaa.

On a more serious note, I have decided that the beard is going to have to go. Not because I'm concerned about my dive mask leaking in the Red Sea, nor has it become unbearably itchy. No, it's far more significant than that. Earlier this evening an incident occurred that I had always dreaded. I was walking into my middle room after dinner and glanced in the mirror, only to discover that a surprisingly large piece of lettuce, complete with dressing, was hanging from the side of my chin. I have put the razor on charge and will attack it in the morning...