Today, I've been nonspecifically miserable. There is Something Wrong, and I don't know what, and it's annoying me. Or maybe scaring me would be more accurate.
You, I think, need to be inducted into the fine Cambridge tradition of drinking tea and talking to people. It does terminal things to nonspecific misery (and work - but if you were in a fit state for that, you wouldn't be miserable).
A particularly telling quote, produced by a friend last year was "Yes, I can tell you're a fresher - you only have one type of tea...".
I'm not convinced that liking tea is actually required, but it seems to develop, anyway.
There's a sticker on a lamp-post outside New Museums which sais 'STOP BUSH', with the 'o' pouring blood as if from a gunshot wound. It's actually about some kind of rally being held, but it looks quite terminal...
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A particularly telling quote, produced by a friend last year was "Yes, I can tell you're a fresher - you only have one type of tea...".
I'm not convinced that liking tea is actually required, but it seems to develop, anyway.
the something wrong..
--adam
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