The one thign that really gets me is that it's fucking impossible to get signal. There's maybe five square inches of our room that I can make and take phone, and not a single part of the campus that I have found that has GPRS coverage. For a signal junky, writing things and waiting to beam them onto here, this is rather a bugger. I have the standard "I arrived" rant, completed just after arriving and a cursory wander around Brighton, and the next part of Futuremage, sat here on the Treo with nowhere to send them. Yet. Soon, I shall find a way.
In other news: circadians still fucked. Have been trying to sleep far too much at strange times in the day Entirely non-ill. Very glad to be with Kris.
