Last night was partially boozy. I decided it was a bad idea to get drunk as having to be in the workshops at 9am in the morning doesn't sit well with a hangover the size of Latvia, especially when operating heavy machinery and if you like to keep the tops of your fingers attached to the bottom of them. The plan worked, but I still felt crap. It was mostly sleep deprivation which my tutor spotted straight away as he told me to be careful while I tried to impale myself on a flatblade screwdriver. Once again an early sign that the day would switch to the dark side.

In reality it was actually quite light; sunny in fact and I cycled in just wearing a t-shirt which is the first time this year. It's nice outside, but it didn't make up for the fact that my new RP was 3mm too short on the one axis. I was very annoyed. I then found out that my rubber didn't cast properly again (for the third time) and the foam looks to complex to CNC mill properly. Things weren't going well. I was similarly disheartened to find that DDS couldn't get The Apprentice to play on his laptop, so much of lunch break was also ruined. Instead I caught forty winks before heading back into the sauna that is my department.

I consoled Leon, went home, watched The Apprentice, took a shower and slept for an hour. It's twenty past nine and I've still not eaten. I've also got to finish this report for tomorrow. Why do buses come along all at once, and why are they full of bastards?