chapter 1: academia beats me into pulp

and because the sun outside is mild and behind a cloud, and the air is sweet and quiet and moist after the short shower, and because the stereo is playing songs that sound very england and i think i would like a swim but it is too far and i have to be good and work on my stagnated papers because i have to be a good academic and not think about being out in the sun in the pool or out with my boy or my friends on the shopping streets, ease your feet off in the sea/my darling it's the place to be; i must think how nice it is that i am forced to sit down and read and write and think and hypothesise in the after rain and with hot tea and with my sister sprawled on my bed doing her illustrations. i must substantiate this pretty picture with hardiness and depth so i can go for a fulfilling run to the stadium at the end of the day in my new running shorts and the air will be sweeter if i am a hardworking girl now.with a star upon your shoulder lighting up the path that you walk;

chapter two: run for your life

and i did not really want to run. but i could not let my new nike shorts down and so i did and i ran to the stadium and everybody in there looked so happy filled with endorphins so i ran five rounds too and i ran back home and now my limbs feel gloriously ache-y. gloriously! and i have a healthy pink flush, and a good tremor in my knees. the night is quite fine. and i have faith again. gloriously!