Soaked S.U.D.S Feeling slightly delicate this morning. Can’t think why
Never assume your on top of your life. Just discovered that I’m on a module I didn’t think I was, and have missed the first two lectures. Not Good. On a more positive note, You have to go Here (Thanks
Sorry about the absence of stuff yesterday, I was sitting in a hall registering people for the Sci-Fi Club for 7 hours *fun* Still un-flatted, I am Still camping on the sofa in Mowbury House, paying my way by doing
Got up, went to Uni, went to Lectures, Learnt stuff, Surfed Net, Currently sitting in Library, Later I have a meeting for the Scifi Soc. then I’ll go home. Still no flat.
The story so far… On the Twenty sixth of January, 1981, Nicholas Avenell, later to be better known as Aquarion, arrived mewling and puking into this vale of tears. He breezed though primary and secondary school with average grades, and
Ok, I *did* do an update, but it didn’t post for some reason. Researching. I have had a seriously shitty week now. Each of my emergancy backup plans fell over one by one, and I end up starting Uni on
Two things, in decreasing order of importance: I am out of the loop for a day or two, searching for flats in Sunderland. There is no known method of contacting me reliably. I will check Nicholas-at-Aquarionics if I can I
Ok, Sorry about this. When my life is boring, I don’t have anything to report. When life isn’t, I have no time to ‘blog. In increasing chronological order then: Tuesday: I went to Canterbury to find a pub for Saturday’s