Sunday, 26th October, 1997 It is Sunday, therefore nothing happens. Sunday, the void in the week. Chris 'gets carrots'. Monday, 27th October, 1997 Work rears its ugly head, but not for Chris. Tuesday, 28th October, 1997 Work, and shedloads of it. Fifth Avenue sings its siren song, rather too loudly in my case. Wednesday, 29th October, 1997 I lose all motivation. Chris pulls Sarah again. Thursday, 30th October, 1997 More practical work. Late nights. What more could a student ask for? Friday, 31st October, 1997 Practicals pass with only minor damage to the labcoat. Friday night passes with major damage to my ego. Yet another Friday night becomes history. Saturday, 1st November, 1997 The prodigal flatmate eventually returns home. We have a night in with a film and a ludicrously expensive pizza.
			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.