Relentless

I think we're up to at least four signs of the apocalypse now; the two concerning me are the fact that I was more organised than some people (in regards to personal statement) and the other was the fact that I went to sleep before midnight: so yeah, be on the look out for rains of fire and the like.

the going to sleep before 12 happened last night, and as a result I got more than seven and a half hours sleep, so I was fully awake for most of today. which was okay, if you like that sort of thing I guess.

I'm not going to bother ranting about computing, but needless to say, Bond must be long overdue a stabbing or something. Comms was spent talking about something or other, oh, and everyone had to take out their phone to compare them, as it is obviously a very important status symbol. or something. maybe pigford just likes looking at shiny chunks of plastic? who knows.

frees were spent with various amounts of dithering around and then ordering a pizza, which arrived at lunch-ish.. simon charged into me from somewhere behind me and managed to send the last slice of pizza (in my hand) hurtling to the floor. he picked it up, said something about the ten second rule, and I let him have it.. I didn't particularly want the additional topping of "floor", so it was him or the bin..

english followed lunch, and failed to be very productive at all. we started reading the first part of A Streetcar Named Desire but for the most part were just talking about the genre of whatever it is.

I have to write an essay for english tomorrow, and have no frees beforehand; seeing as it is now twenty past eleven, I'm assuming I'll end up going to sleep AFTER 12 tonight, whether I manage to persuade myself to do the essay or otherwise.