3 p.m.   Work crisis! To much to do, too little time. Dr. Greene said that we should be brief with questions 1-5, and concentrate on 6 and 7. 1-5 has taken me four days. The work is due in at 6 tonight. Creeks and paddles, paddle and creeks. If I don't do a good job on 6 and 7 (I don't understand the work for them) he'll say I should have come to see him. This is a valid point. I should have done. However, I didn't know I had to see him until it was too late. All my excuses seem rather lame. I'm going to get it in the neck. 12 a.m.   The work has been handed in on time, minus question 7 (which he said he'd go over properly in the class tomorrow). Mark and I managed to miss each other in college, so the food situation in the flat is poor. A concerted shop is required tomorrow, or we won't be able have lunch. I am very tired.
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