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Damn it...

I shouldn't be awake. And I've been awake for hours, probably as many hours as I slept, 'cause, see, I woke up sometime just after five and I could not settle back down and it got to six-ish and I thought, "fuck it, I'll just get up," and now I'm feeling a bit like I could sleep but I have to go matriculate. Balls.

Shower. Matriculate. Shop. Home. Back to bed.

Sounds like a plan... Hmm. May not be able to sleep. Will feel guilty. And... oh, god, the guilt complex is gonna get me. I'm gonna end up sorting through my notes from last year.

Hells. Of course, if I'm too tired then working won't do any good at all... *rationalises frantically*

Shower first. Deal with the rest of it later. Yes.

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I just managed to delete my entire entry. Try again...

I am now matriculated.

I could not get hot water in the shower, which really pissed me off, but the matric was less hassle than expected and then I bought apples and kiwis and mangoes and lemon sorbet and chocolate to send to my sister and chunky cheese bread which I am currently eating. And I walked home, and a woman asked for directions to "the old university" so I pointed her to the quad and walked away quickly, and...

I love this place. I forget. I get blase about walking past the cathedral every other day, and having the sea right there, and... This is a beautiful place to be. And the air is... um, cold, but it's invigorating, and I feel good.

No way in hell am I going to spoil it by thinking about work.

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I am being vaguely antisocial and am bored.

This is a thing I found in my homework diary from... four years ago?

Senility Sith

Kill for the Dark Side.
Kill for the Dark S...
the Dark S...
Kill for the Dark.
Kill for the D...
for the D...
Kill for the...
for the...
the...
Kill for...
for...
Kill for...
Kill!