So I’m writing this from Niro’s laptop at Matt, Rowan and Niro’s place, because:

a) We thought it would be a good idea to get together and drink and it’s now the middle of the night so i’m going to sleep here rather than going on the mission back home.

b) I said I’d write every day.

So here I am, valiantly battling the alcohol pouring though my bloodstream to try and paint some coherent message of my day, type the damned right keys, and not start talking about dwarves on fire.

What?

Anyways, today started off with me waking up at roughly 9:58am, which also happened to be roughly the time I’m supposed to leave the house in the morning to make it into College on time; one can imagine my panic at said fact.

I made it in, nonetheless, where the enlightening professional skills session ably showed me why I’m never getting a job. I then wasted the next three hours somehow, partly by doing the slitherlink in the new Felix.

Then there were lectures, but I’m sure you don’t want to hear about those. Then there was drinking. I hate typing on a laptop, it’s foul, so I’ll cut it short here.

I will see you all in the later-time, and until then, I bid you a merry time, and an existence free of immolating dwarves.