it is the vingt et un janvier, deux mille sept and in my mind this is a remarkable date because it simply is; it has been days since i last had a whimsical thought sweep through my mind and i am glad, glad because at the grand old age of 21 i still have some semblance as that of a child. these days have been pseudo examination cramming days, sleeping at 4 ams, waking at 12 noon, attempting vaguely to study before lapsing into the terribly habit of just bumming online; in two weeks time i will be in basel, in a flat which i will have to find by next thursday, and a small voice tells me that if there isn't any internet connectivity i am more or less SCREWED but, but i hope it won't be so.

6 papers in three days, a day in basel, a day of graduation service, a day of clearing 5 months of stuff, and a day of leaving before meeting fuzzy; that's my schedule for this week and damned if i survive it. at the very least they could give us a week to rest before sending us packing innit, bloody business oriented school. gee wheez bobeep.