My command of the language is positively feral.

One of my strangest (and most vivid) memories in Cardiff must be a friend yelling at me to FLY LIKE AN AEROPLANE. In public. Behind the law school.

It's part of the 'enforced fun' he strong-armed me into having, because I was so wound up about work and perfectionism to the point where it's clearly not helping, and I'm on the trajectory towards some magnificent burnout.

I haven't had that much fun in ages. Remind me to stop being such a driven perfectionist and start learning how to enjoy people and enjoy being with people?

I don't think this is perfectionism,

this is me, trying desperately to make up for my insufficiencies.

'I was an Erasmus student in 1994'

Is it bad that the first thought in my head was, 'how many French guys did you fuck?'

Reading through my old blogposts

Brings me back to the old, carefree abandon of Year 2 =)

(and I don't suck as badly as I thought I did!)