Sunday, 13 December 2009

Sunday bloody Sunday

It's the thirteenth of December, so twelve days until Christmas. Niceeeee. Essay's duly been handed in, almost exactly on the point of the deadline. Blood, sweat and tears have been sacrificed for that. Ah well, all done. Well, not quite. Got a snippet of a French essay in for Friday - 1200 words. Can bash that out in a couple of hours, yeah.

I raced yesterday in Kingsbury, up in the parts that are more justifiably called "North West London". I tell people I live in North West London though the only thing northwestern about it is the postcode. I try to look cool. Anyhow, race. Not having run at all during the week, I tried my hand. I wouldn't say that I failed, but I did a bit poor. Highgate won, but because good runners turned up, I lost. Damn. And Spurs lost at home to fucking Wolverhampton, the city that doesn't really exist because nobody's heard of it. Hmph.

It's party time though, and one of my friends is having a birthday meal. £15, not so bad. Oh wait, it's £25. Better take £50 just in case. :/ College Winter Ball this week and other stuff, let's see how that goes. Au rev.

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