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     Today I realise that I should have stayed at home last night and done tutorial work. Instead, I come home from lectures and start working. Since the lectures finish at 11 and the class is at 2, this should give me three hours. This is cut to two hours by various walking times (since I had to leave my bike in college as it was dark and I'd forgotten my lights). Life is further complicated when Mark helpfully points out that a section on the work sheet that I thought was just explanation is, in fact, a question. And it's a biggie. Lunch is something that happens to other people. The class was much fun. Dr. Greene was most impressed that we'd been able to do the first part of the work (the bit we'd found really easy) and told us that most of the rest wasn't really necessary for Finals. Cheers. The flat is still cold. Dave comes to visit and is cold. Chris claims not to be cold. I don't believe him. Mark has gone drinking with the archery people. They all seem to be alcoholics. We told him we'd leave him in the garden if he came back insensible. On a quest for heat, I decide to head to Andy Jackson, Chris Seward and Aldo Guiducci's flat. They seem to keep their heating on. Only Chris is in, but he doesn't seem to mind Chris, Dave and I lurking for a bit. Andy returns after a while and we sit and talk. Apparently I am, at times, like Ed Carlin (this is possibly, probably even, an insult). Since I have also been told that I am the younger Andy Jackson, with a bit of Aldo and possibly a bit of Nick Sweeney to boot, I am understandably confused. All this time I thought I was me, but I'm just a compilation tape of a life. Oh well. |
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