I've managed to commandeer the family fan. Like most objects in the Higgs Family household where there is a demand, we more than satisfy the concept of 'undersupply'. For a long time it has been a running joke in our circles about the whereabouts and the use of the 'Family Knife', which we share about until everyone has the pleasure of it's use at the table. Currently I am running the aforementioned fan at setting 3 (a.k.a. the slowest) in order minimise the noise and avoid an unwanted detection and possible requisition of the equipment, after all, if it is felt that I am monopolising the cool air, then that would be grounds for a reprimand. Well, not really, but people would start complaining anyway.

In terms of sheer people touched by me today (in a non-sexual way) there have been many. I spent the hours immediately following the mid-morning trip to MFI, putting my affairs in order, phoning around, accepting incoming calls and making correspondence. There were also one or two invoices flying about in there. I am a championing a work ethic that would make Branson cry. However, there is time for rest too, and I've also been for a drive, watched some TV and done some lazing about in the garden. I even cooked dinner (a BBQ naturally, the only time I leap at the thought of food preparation).

Tomorrow I am making the bi-annual trip to see Jayne in Solihull. Jayne is my longest-standing client, and I have now been working for her in some capacity or other for five whole years. She is the only client that I supply software to (a remnant of a GCSE project that turned into something bigger), but I also created her website (in it's second incarnation now) and enjoy the trips more than on any other business I do. Maybe it's the fact it gives me a chance to do some of my work face-to-face and out of 'the office'. In fact, I'm sure it is.

It also means I get the chance for a quick perusal around the great city that is Brum either on the way there or on the way back. While I'm on the train it should give me some thinking time, and in my world, I always need time for thinking. The agenda for tomorrow is to figure out what exactly I will be going to Jon's party dressed as. The second item is to figure out how I shall achieve this great feat, and the third but totally unrelated task is to pluck from the air some great idea for my major project next year.

I've attempted to work out what I need to get next year in order to achieve various levels of standing amongst fellow graduates. I've worked out that this year I've averaged a 63% (or near enough). This accounts for 40% of my degree, so by my calculations thats around 25% of the lot in the bag. In order to achieve a first next year I think I'd be aiming for a final year average of 75% or so. This realistically is not going to happen. In order to get a 2.1 (which is more my kind of drift) I should need about 65% I think. All this said though, and my maths has always been on the shaky side of unstable, plus these are formulae derived by myself (rearranging equations notably a point faible) and rough estimates at that, so all in all the figures mean nothing. I'll get Swanny to look at it; he's good with stuff like this and it's free.

One thing that has annoyed me slightly, but isn't as bad as I first thought is that my bank have sent my new card to the branch in Lufbra. This, of course, is an inconvenience as I am currently residing in The 'Bridge. Hopefully I will manage to get up there before they decide to turn it into a plastic chip-n-pin jigsaw. My concern had be caused by the virtue that I thought that with all the cracking security they have in place my old card would have been already made void, but it turns out I have until the end of the month to spend uncontrollably on the net.

On an another unrelated tangent, I've just installed a funny little fractal generator called Apophysis. It's free and I'd never heard of it until half an hour ago, but it does some fairly fantastical stuff like the included picture. I think it may keep me amused for a while.