I'm so tired I can hardly type.
As I am student-
What is not so fine: the fact that, if you don't get up early and go for the damn veggies as soon as they start selling them, you'll get the not so fresh and not so nice remains because the grannies came their first- veniunt, videunt, vicunt.
So, I went to bed at about 2 a.m. and got up at 6.30 to take the wind out of the grannies' sales and to buy my stuff. Keep in mind it's autumn, and it was horribly cold. So the matching picture is this one:
I thought it would all be allright, because it was about to be friday, and I didn't have to go anywhere on friday. Well, my prof (remember the cynings?) decided to answer my desperate mails, so I finished my term paper yesterday in the night, just to- surprise!- get up early today to drive to uni and to hand that goddamn thing in. The student's office closes at 12.00, so I had no chance to get enough of sleep.
Do I have to mention that it was even colder than yesterday, and I really froze to death? Probably no.
|cold? me? never.|
But hey! Now that the Cotton Gnomes are out of my house and out of my mind-
¡VIVA LA LIBERTAD!
...for three days, then uni starts again. NOOOOOOOO!!!