went to see calvin harris last night, then hit a computer lab to do some work on my essay. didn't do any work.
got woken up at 8.45 by my gf who asked if i had a 9am lecture. arse.
flatmate in the shower.
ran to uni buildings to use their bathrooms before the lecture started
did a smelly one…
came out to realise that my dissertation advisor, who i will be having a lot of contact with over the coming year could smell what i'd just produced.
then answered 'unfortunately, yes' to his question as to whether i would be attending his field trip this weekend – the 'unfortunately' slipped out by mistake – i now feel rather bad about this…
got to lecture, realised i had no pen or paper.
went to bank after lecture to find that i sent a cheque of £300 to someone a couple of months ago, but i've no idea who, and have no recolection of doing so – i need the money to pay rent.
now back in computer lab, i have 24 hours to write a 3000 word essay on bread, its my final year at uni and this counts for a lot of my modules mark.
i'm currently on 0 words.
shit.