  eh well. it's nice to see daylight morph on your ceiling, really. i couldn't sleep, you see, so i just lay on my back watching the ceiling change colour. i forgot the word i was thinking of... trans something. ah. trans fatty acid. be fair. eric idle almost got laid. right, and i bathed in goat's milk. actually, quite close. i have this shower foam at home that is goat's milk and honey, which i have tried to avoid because goats eat everything, really, who knows what the milk smells like! but i'm a convert: it smells quite decent actually. i think if you actually bathed in those concentrate you could solve body odour problems in no time.
yes, so it's midnight. and i came to the concession this morning that i should really get cracking on working on impending exams, not sleeping at 4am every morning, and to wake up every morning to a sunrise. which is impressionably noble and all that, so i must go and sleep right this moment, my friends. after my last mug of grape juice. i am getting a sore throat from all that drinking. and kee wen: when do you want to go pay the fees?
pick a day this week, it's administrative week. time to fund the spherical bastards, milk the scapegoats and feast on cockroach salads. thankfully, i am vegetarian, or i plan to be, especially since i saw the maid brutalise the carcass of a crab to produce so little meat a cockroach couldn't live in it. 
