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     I didn't finish the tutorial work. I resisted the urge to hand in the Oxford Chemistry Primer on the subject. It would have had a similar effect to me handing in a complete bit of tutorial work, since I was just copying the wretched thing out. I don't think it would have gone down well. The afternoon was filled with joy, since I had a practical. It rather made a mockery of the word 'practical' since it involved playing about with molecular models and writing things down about their symmetries. Exciting stuff. This was followed by a tutorial. Dr. Greene was most understanding about the incompleteness of the work. I did have coughing fits throughout the tutorial, which was embarrassing since it looked as if I was hamming up my illness, when I was actually coughing my lung up. Oh well. Today is my Mum's birthday, so I spent the day with the words 'phone Mum' on the back of my hand. She phoned me. The Beer Stack has returned. I cooked while Mark and Chris went to Victoria Wines. We could get a 5% discount on crates of beer. I have 24 cans of Caffrey's. Mark has 24 cans of Worthingtons. Chris has 27 cans of Fosters. We can relax. There is beer in the flat. We have reduced the Beer Pyramid (the empties) so that we have an insulating platform of empty cans under the stack. This is because the under-floor heating had a habit of making cans explode when opened. The appliance of science. I am currently in pain. Having missed the last three kendo practices, I made the effort to go. I returned minus the skin on the inside of my left thumb and the bottom of my left middle toe. This suggests bad technique. It also makes it hard to walk. Mark suggested washing the offending areas in salty water 'to make them heal faster'. I am never listening to him again. Salt and raw flesh do not mix well. |
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