11 May 2004

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For some reason, my hands smell like the bedmaker's perfume.
I have no idea.

Stupid body clock is completely screwed-up. Wants to sleep all morning, and yet at 2am I get the urge to work and write and do stuff. Don;t get hungry for dinner until 9pm. Sometimes not until 11pm, which is a pain cos Sainsbury's closes at 10pm. Oh well, I'll just have to catnap lots, and get used to counting the minutes to the end of the lecture.
In absence of sleep, I choose...caffeine!!

Work appears to be infinite. However, procrastinating for ages before starting it makes it take less time once I finally get round to it.

Have bought cinnamon and raisin bagels on impulse. Hopefully it might discourage me from snacking on salty things.

I was right, he did have a crush on her. He was amazed I could read him that easily. He wasn't exactly subtle.
He says he should have killed me last term. Too late *sniggers*

Have one of those stupid student loans forms to fill in. Is evil and more complicated than a tax return form.

If I hit Stats now, I might be able to sneak in a hour's sleep before the supervision.

I like it when people smile.
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How does one lose a 400g bar of Galaxy in one's own bedroom?
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By leaving a pile of scripts on top of it, apparently.

*munches*

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