Sunday, 12th October, 1997 Mark regrets waking up the morning after. Monday, 13th October, 1997 Lectures begin. Classes begin. Work begins in earnest. Life goes down drain. Tuesday, 14th October, 1997 Tutorial work becomes a grind. Chris has no work. I go and hit people with sticks for fun. Wednesday, 15th October, 1997 I begin over-using the word 'tedious'. Thursday, 16th October, 1997 The first work crisis of term. Joy! Friday, 17th October, 1997 Friday night is bar night. More joy! Sleep becomes the most important part of my life. Saturday, 18th October, 1997 The Parental Visit. The flat becomes clean.
			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.