10am lectures.

Thursday are my worst day, I have three and a half - three! and a half! - hours of seminars. They are always good seminars, that is not the complaint, but they start at 10am and make my day look like this:

- alarm goes off at 7am, turn it off, reset it for 8am
- alarm goes off at 8am, turn it off, reset it for 9am
- alarm goes off at 9am, turn it off, realise it is 9am and I have 15 minutes to get ready
- panic about what to wear for seminar
- change outfit three times
- realise first outfit was best but now my hair is doing something weird
- give it up as a bad job, resolve to get up earlier next week
- leave the house at 9:40
- lamely get the bus three stops to uni, saving myself half an hour's walk
- get to seminar five minutes late anyway
- describe 'emotions' about one thing or another to the rest of the class (this week: rocks)
- realise twenty minutes later that I have no idea where the discussion has gone
- leave the seminar none the wiser
- EITHER: spend four hours in the Hallward, shivering
- OR: walk home, shivering, only to have to walk back again two hours later
- go to English Place Name seminar at 4pm
- watch everyone else through the window, walking home
- hate everyone else
- translate every place-name in sight
- spend twenty minutes rambling about Old Scandinavian for Question 1
- realise that Question 2 is specifically about Old Scandinavian
- crossing-out/re-writing etc
- finish two seconds before he calls time
- walk home in the freezing cold, planning ketchup-based dinner
- arrive home at 6:15
- construct ketchup-based dinner
- CURRENTLY: consume ketchup-based dinner and wallow in after-glow
- make huge enormous G&T as reward for knowing so much, being so fab etc etc
- make second G&T
- make third and possibly fourth G&T
- hazy
- go to bed at 1am
- turn off main light at 1:15am
- turn off fairy lights at 3:45am
- room stops spinning at 5:20 am.