Swot Time Is It?

Last night I remember not being able to care about the fact that a mosquito was hovering all over my face, arms and legs. This morning I awoke at the freakishly single-digited time of 0715. Can't fight the heat-tsunami—why bother—just remember not to move your upper body as you walk around the place. Shopping centres and the labs here at uni, solace for the bleary eyed seeker of all things cold and freezing amongst a time of sweltering body odour. Huge ass roaches also stir up the body clock.

Soon Van

Friday, 26 January 2001 - 11:16

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