I got home last night very tired and exhausted from all the sex I had that day (where “sex” is a clear euphemism for filing). I then discovered I had gotten an e-mail from London South Bank uni, confirming an unconditional offer! This is great news...except that it may be located in a bad area of London (Elephant and Castle/Old Kent Road anyone?), and it may not be academically good. Still, I will check it out on Saturday....with SCOTT! Tomorrow’s the big day, and my excrament is getting so far from solid, I could bottle it and call it a mudshake. Seeing as UCAS are in fact complete ’tards, I may have to write my entire application again, including my personal statement, which took me about 3 months time, though this time around I’ll have about a weekend...I’m beginning to get all stressed about it Decided to get an early night, then decided to watch Six Feet Under instead while downing fruit smoothie. As a result, I woke up shattered, so took 2 Pro-Plus and chose the most hardcore blend of coffee from the machine...Italian Blend :O The taste suffers from its extreme potency, but I don’t care because I live on the edge. The printer jammed itself again, but being a complete ’tard it kept reattempting the job, so I heard the same monotonous clunks over and over again. Also (as I write, journal) there are 4 oafish builder lads who are annoyingly (and not in a cute way) drilling in desks and discussing “birds” they’ve “shagged”. I’m sure the entire office would be happier if Dave and Phil kept their sordid sex lives within an inaudible field. I’ll stop ranting now, because I sound like Adrian Mole. I take comfort in my Salmon baps, delicious as always. I hope Scott comes close to tasting as divine as my mum’s salmon baps. This time tomorrow I’ll know... Having a meal and seeing Narnia tonight, will give me review afterwards.