Sunday, 19th October, 1997 The quest for the vacuum cleaner continues. Jon Knowles may have it. It shall be ours, oh yes. Monday, 20th October, 1997 The flat is cold. The tutorial work is not going well. Life continues as normal. Tuesday, 21st October, 1997 I go to 5th Avenue. I must be ill. Wednesday, 22nd October, 1997 Tutorial work stress, combined with the tutorial. It turns out we've been doing work that we don't really need for finals. Well, that makes sense. Thursday, 23rd October, 1997 Chris has a tutorial. I have a practical. Mark vacuum cleans the flat. Friday, 24th October, 1997 I'm ill. Leave me alone. Saturday, 25th October, 1997 We head over to 121 to witness the historic signing of the Flat 3 Peace Treaty, and also to imbibe yet more alcohol.
			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.