Puke and that.

I just don't have a lot to write about today, I'm afraid. I got some work in today - which was due in tomorrow! I am actually brilliant. I found out this week that there are actually classifications for masters-level study. I'd assumed that you either got an MA or you didn't - which means I'm going to have to alter my 51% strategy.

There was a lot of vomit on my walk into lectures yesterday. I didn't know whether perhaps it had just accumulated by being preserved underneath all the snow and ice, or whether there was a big party in Coventry or an Iranian national holiday or something. It was odd. Puke all over the place. Going down Far Gosford Street (I've never found Near Gosford Street - it seems like a redundant mouthful to me) I was beginning to resemble a Spring lamb frolicking about with all the hopping and scotching from one clear patch of pavement to another.

Tonight's walk I can hardly remember. I was lost in thought, but I can hardly remember that either. A wasted half hour, really. Thursday's lectures are quite thinky, which I find physically exhausting. I'm quite a shallow person, so anything beyond gossip is taxing, it requires a substantial physical effort. If the Daily Mail website were to use the Harvard referencing system I would have been much better prepared for this year of academic redux.