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Yes, I am quite aware that this is a really stupid time in the morning to be awake. I intend to rectify this problem as soon as I've stopped spodding.

I will so be dead later today.

Yes, I forgot I had a tutor meeting at 10:30am until just after I wrote that last post. You may all laugh now.

However, I'm laughing too - my nice, competant, actual tutor had sent off the forms quite a while beforehand, to the tune of 45mins extra time and a computer and being in college for *all* my exams, the computer being there if I wanted it but me being at liberty to ignore it. I like having a label :). Also, she says that getting my car here is a matter of me bringing it and the relevant documents and her signing a form and a 'nice man in Trumpington Street' signing a form. I have no idea why I want a car in Cambridge this term, because it's beautiful and nice to walk everywhere, but I'll probably be thankful come next winter.

And now I am going back to sleep :).

./~ in your head, in your head ~/.

Having not had enough sleep, I decided not to go to Games Evening, so I could go to sleep.

That didn't happen.

I also have 'Zombie' by the Cranberries quite impressively stuck.

I was up until 6am because Edith and Ian ambushed me and informed me they had beer and crisps and were going to make me emerge from my room and have fun. It was quite entertaining, actually, and I met a Shim. And watched far, far too many music videos. And there was American-bashing and some RPG geekery. And chocolate; I ate a whole bag of malteasers.

At about 5:15am we managed to leave Ewan's room, only to spend quite a while skipping around the courtyard outside 47 and discussing how to decorate the Hepworth and the Thatcher Building with pretty things. Those passing may notice some interesting rearrangments of the laundry sign, although people may have got to it by now.

I will now stop spodding and get some sleep. Honest.