Friday, 21 March 2003

Goodness, how predictable. I got bored of waiting for the bus, so I steamed up the hill to campus, steaming being my default walking speed, printed off my essay, a title sheet and filled in the form that you have to. And now I've run out of stuff to do on campus before anything opens.

At least it's a change of scenery. The bulbs seem okay - no-one decided to recklessly trample them in the night.
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