Arghness

It's been one of those days. Well, it's been one of those weeks, but today has been especially one-of-those-days-ish. To start with I forgot to change my radio station, and so was woken up by Melvyn Bragg and a bunch of others discussing the philosophy of pragmatism, which did nothing for my morning-after-the-night-before state. Then when I went to have a shower, the cleaner had turned up and shut our bathroom while she cleaned. Understandable, and I have nothing against cleaners, but since my bathroom was out of action I was forced to endure a tour of the other bathrooms in my hall; and believe me, I now know why everyone calls the bathroom on my floor 'really nice'. The showers in almost every bathroom I tried are those push-button types, which technically should stay on for about a minute, but in almost all cases went off immediately. Now what is the point of that? Utterly stupid to have to stand holding the shower on, thus rendering oneself incapable of opening the shampoo bottle.....
So eventually I found a shower which was able to stay on for a decent period of time. Shower done, I had breakfast and so on, before settling down to work. I was proceeding nice and gently through my supervision exercise, when suddenly I remembered some other work that I had been set to do for today, and for The Dragon, even worse! So I rushed down to the library to complete said piece of work, skipping a (not very important) lecture and almost missing lunch in the process, before my afternoon started (supervision at 2, lecture at 3, supervision at 4)
Finished at last! I hopped on the bike to arrive at my supervision early for once! Only to discover that my supervision is off because my supervisor is in Denmark. I was informed of this by Martin, the guy who's lecture I skipped today.
So yes, so far so good.....and I currently have a wasp in my room, about which I am really cross - it's bloody November!

Anyway, yesterday should also be posted here. I had a dull morning with lectures and lectures (did however acquire a translation of the Poor Man of Nippur, which will save me a lot of time preparing for Martin's lectures, if ever I go to them.....). Lunchtime I went over to Serena's, who I haven't seen for AGES, and that was all very pleasant. I took this photo (see above) in Robinson when I was parking my bike. Serena was cooking for us, so I offered to help, and managed to slice my thumb open while cutting peppers (for the first time ever!). Much hilarity and outpourings of mirth (blood?) ensued.
So we had a nice natter, and I got to slag off my ex a bit (which I don't do very much nowadays, partly on account of everyone slagging him off for me.....), and then I returned for a good afternoon's procrastination before the Dr Who Party in the evening! Wooo!
And it was terribly fun! We drank stuff (in my case red wine, white wine and schnapps with a Jelly Baby dissolved into it) and ate pizzas and watched The Genesis of the Daleks. There was talk of doing a montage of Tom Baker peering around corners in a suspicious manner, and the general concensus was that the BBC made our own effort look professional. Especially the bit with the clam (BBC, not us).
The evening ended in Cat's room, with chatter about the films and stealing things from Chris (I stole his hat and scarf, Saf stole his birthday party).
I have also come to the conclusion that Jon is exactly like my uncle Andrew, who is himself an amateur ac-tor. The likeness is uncanny - they even sound the same.
Anyhow, thus is my life. Am off now to refresh the work for my supervision with The Dragon *scary fantasy-film-style music plays to fade-out*