There are quite a few things I should be doing, but I can't be bothered. How terrible.

Back to uni again on Monday. Well, I really only have a few weeks to go, and then I'll graduate. And then? Working and writing and working and writing.

I suppose that's what I've always wanted.

I wonder, though. Do people who achieve the dream job, or the dream career, or even the dream home get sick of it? If I did manage to get part time editing or writing work, and work somewhere else a few days a week, and live with my love... would I be happy? Or would I want more?

But what more is there? Certainly, that is what I want. That is what I dream of having.