7.5 School photographs

Had school photographs take today. You know, those formal looking arrangements of a few rows of pupils putting on an act of looking happy. In a material sense, they are to be in colour this time, but for me a school photo can be nothing but shades of grey. To add to this, a few French-set friends and I were omitted from the photograph of the Lower Sixth as a whole because no-one came for us.
I’ve started on the self-hypnosis (auto suggestion, rather) again – well, last week in fact, but only now am I discovering the effects. My aim is to be able to spontaneously and uninhibitedly talk to anybody who’s a stranger...or even those lesser female acquaintances that I come into daily contact with. It’s working quite well so far, although small steps come before giant leaps.
Stayed in the evening, mainly due to lack of money. Came to regret it later on – well look at the alternatives open: television, reading or total inactivity. Chose reading and delved deeper into fat biography of Cromwell.