Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Friday, June 01, 2001

Woken up at a little past 7am to find some Confucian references for A for one of his papers. It's health law, or something random. Something you wouldn't think required the use of ancient Chinese classics. Apparently he also has references from The Plague by Camus (which makes a little more sense in a health law essay), Frank Herbert's Dune and the completely random Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

Kinda makes me wish I did his courses. But not much.

Down at breakfast, I met up with Bk and Je, making me wonder if I'd stumbled into an alternate dimension where these people were actually inclined to get up before lunch. But no, they assured me, they weren't got up, they were still up. Plans for the immediate future included making jelly, and going to bed. I wished them the best of British luck, and went back to the newspaper.

It occurs to me that I could get a webcam to show the world what I look like, but then I'd have to stop getting dressed in front of the computer.

Or not.

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