{ rocking to the same old CDs. }

[delga]

I totally woke at midday, even though I heard the radio come on in my sleep. Have just battled with the university printer pay system (it keeps eating my monies!) but that's sorted now. Going to hand this essay in, by some real food, go back to the house and crash for a couple of hours. Then tonight, when I inevitably won't be able to sleep because of my fucked over circadian rhythms, I'll write up my modernism notes and prep for Thursday's exam. All of tomrrow is dedicated to that, too. I also need to decide whether I want to take my duffel or my suitcase when I go away this weekend. On the one hand, the duffel is easier to carry. On the other, the suitcase is actually waterproof and I may need the extra space on my way back because of all those books that I have to bring with me. Hmm, questions, questions.

There are also photos of The Flatmate's birthday shenanigans which I may or may not post, and if I can be bothered, I'll take my camera into Pw. and take photographs. I stress if. I feel like the wicked stepmother in Cinderella. "I said if." "Oh, 'if'!" *evil cackling from ugly step-sisters*