I don't have class today. Mumblemumblemumble.

I'm in the library anyway. It's a nice library. As Lizzle put it, it's a "gingerbread boy Denison."

This morning I was fueled by rage.

Self-inflicted rage.

I woke up much later than I expected to (given the amount of partying I did last night. Sorry Mom.) and had a bite of the fried nightmare that is King Rib for breakfast. I got it for free! They were closing and I ordered some chips and they included that along with two fish cakes. I never turn down free food. Anyway, I then got a coffee at the cafe next to the bus stop (anther one of my favorite places) and waited for the bus like a good little uni student.

With a wet shirt. And it was windy. I should have spent that extra pound to dry stuff.

I make my move to get on the bus and he says "That's not allowed." gesturing to my coffee cup.

"But I'm cold and need to get to school." I say.

"There should be another bus coming soon." says he.

And it drives away, So I decide to walk, warmed by the anger and thirsting for the blood of my enemies.

It was so very cold I bought a University of Edinburgh sweatshirt that, while BRIGHT RED (like the blood my enemies), kept me toasty for the remaining three hundred foot walk to the next bus stop, where I hid my coffee (LIKE A NINJA) in my bag and hopped on the 41.

In other news, I have a puff!



--atop a very expressive forehead. Saint Green would be proud.

I'm going to Shap today at 5:30, a little town almost on the border of England, where the people I'm staying with have three children of indeterminate ages and chickens for pets. This...ought to be interesting.