Tutorial work. The bane of Tuesdays.   Today was further enlivened by having a class on quantum mechanics with Dr. Brouard. I had been too busy with tutorial work and flu to do many of the questions, but this was immaterial since I had managed to put the work into the wrong pigeonhole at the lab. This is the second time this has happened. I don't know what happens to the stuff, or where it goes. Still, it might keep someone happy. I quite like quantum mechanics, when I can do what is required. Some of it is rather neat. Some of it isn't.   Chris noticed that Mark and I had bought (along with other items) a four-pack of Sainsbury's Supersoft toilet roll. This immediately brought accusations of being wasteful with money, until we pointed out the harsh realities of life to him - namely that the choice was between Sainsbury's Supersoft or Sainsbury's Woodchip. Suddenly it didn't seem so expensive after all.   I continued in my quest to discover the horrors of sleep deprivation by working until two in the morning. It was at this point that I realised sleep deprivation would mean tiredness, psychosis and hallucinations and that I could finish the work in between lectures and the tutorial.
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