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I went to classes. They were classlike. And I went into town and bought stuff, and it was cold. And I came back and my room was warm so I ended up sitting here topless. And I told New Scientist's email advertising to, "Kindly go to hell." (That was the entire body of the email I sent back. Their advertising subject line was "Does your Mum know everything" and my reply subject line was "My Mum is dead". fuckingrassumfrassumgrrr.) And then I got chilly and put clothes on again and then one of the cleaners opened my door without knocking. Note to self: don't sit around half-naked unless the door is locked. Because that was kinda lucky.

I may go sleep quite soon, because. Ugh.