I got the week off to a good start by damaging my wrist in a novel household accident. I normally put my alarm clock on the floor on the far side of my room, so that I am forced to get out of bed to switch it off (this rarely works, since I have to have a lie down to recover from the sudden shock of getting up). This morning the system had been modified, since I had left the clock on my shelf (still halfway across my room). The alarm went off, and I leapt athletically from my bed and my feet moved swiftly across my floor to the shelf. Alas my upper body, for reasons best known to itself, headed towards the old position of my clock on the other side of the room. I fell over, breaking my fall with my wrist and very nearly breaking my wrist with my fall.   To make matters worse, today was a Three Lecture Nightmare day. Normally we have two lectures every day, but the one was rescheduled from last week, resulting in a major mind-numbing experience. I suspect that this was mainly due to the subject matter - Statistical Mechanics (with Prof. Logan, whose rapid speech combined with Irish accent requires 50 minutes of careful concentration) followed by Organoboron Chemistry (not taxing in itself, but the lectures are given by Prof. Davies who writes so quickly that students without water-cooled pens are in deep trouble) and then Molecular Interactions (not normally too bad, but nigh on impossible to comprehend after two hours' writing and thinking).   In my post-lecture daze, I didn't seem to get much done.
			The characters and situations in this diary are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happenings. Any resemblance to such things is coincidental, or just for humourous effect. All names have been chosen to implicate the innocent.