Sweating dams here in the labs as I try to finish off work for three subjects amidst a bevvy of loudmouthed and figidety uni students. I suppose I could just take off my parka.
Damn! I got spit-ricochet from this lady next to me who was adjusting her piece of gum.
These strands of hair that tickle my right eyelid are killing me. Can't wait till I 'accidentally' trim my fringe.
I can't move my left hand, it still feels moist.
Saturday, 2 September 2000 - 09:51
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