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I biked into work this morning. I dunno why but I felt better about being at work for it. Then again, I also had stuff to do. Not lots of stuff, but enough that I didn't get bored which made a change. In a random note, the bogs at work have been cleaned. I know this by the simple expedient of breathing in when I go in. The smell of Steve's old brand of deoderant thick in the air, almost masking the smell of flatulence. It's an improvement on the neat smell of flatulence, at least.

Parents are eating out, making use of one of the generic money off coupons for a local restaurant. Which means I get to eat Asda frozen curry again, and of course I get the memory hit that I always get going there. It makes me want to be a student again, going back to a room in a house I share with friends where the floor is covered in printouts and maths textbooks and pizza boxes.

Damnit. I'm all nostalgic now.


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Jan. 27th, 2004 02:04 pm (UTC)
Its ok
I kind of miss my days of IRC and pizza boxes too Stew. But hey, look at it this way...no more having to put up with a craptacular Dorm Supervisor.

And hell, instead of curry, try out a polish sausage...I seem to be having a fancy for those lately...dunno why. I hope they have some decent ones of there.
Jan. 27th, 2004 04:53 pm (UTC)
The fuck is a "dorm supervisor"? I'm talking about a house me and four mates rented privately as a proper student doss, not the halls of residence.
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Jan. 27th, 2004 04:55 pm (UTC)
I'd rather be doing my FYP over again than hacking shite SQL together. In an office. Wearing a fucking tie. At least the FYP was interesting.

Collar of Oppression, wearer is reset to first level and all higher level characters in the organisation can shit on him from a great height.
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