Basket.

I finally get what I need to critique, then find it is the wrong document. I go through hell and high water to find a number and call, and the person I need most is asleep. At least she will be up later. I really, really, seriously think that someone up there has a healthy dislike for me. It has not been a good week. It has not been a good weekend. It has not been a good day. It will not be a good day. It will not be a good week. It will not be a good weekend.

Friday, I go for CLDCS. I get there early and am feeling very pleased with myself. Then I realise I have forgotten the ticket. After a mad scramble, I only just make it. Saturday is interviews. Oh joy, the only place open in school is the canteen. Firstly, it rains very heavily and we have to move. Then the rugger just in from training make a hell lot of noise, so we have to move back. Ok, that's minor. In the afternoon, I experience a slight altercation before I am able to leave for dinner. Which goes pretty well, compared to the rest of it all. I come back, I try to do some Maths, and it is motherfucking hard. I give up.

Sunday is dreary. It slips by, and I manage to finish Tutorial S1. A good thing, at last. Boring, boring day, though.

Monday, today. I have to wake up and get to school very early. Insufficient sleep. Feel very stoned and not rested the entire day. I hardly spoke to anyone at all, preferred to lose myself in my own little world. But there is much work to be done. I do it, cutting two pieces out of a mounting board with a dinky little penknife barely the width of my index finger. I still wonder how the hell I did it, but I nearly split my right index finger doing so. Aaron is instructed to buy the hugest penknife he can find. What he buys is so vast the instructions adivse that safety goggles must be worn while using it. I ignore that, snatch it, finish the cutting and trimming, and use it to threaten people the rest of the day. We finish our work and Aaron's chocolate mousse from Haagen Daazs, then go home.

High points? I read Blankets, and it was not bad at all. Blackadder was funny. Yet I'm in this weird black mood, as if a sopping blanket just settled over me and I can't throw it off. Seems not to be any more cheer in doing anything anymore. I feel like not caring, truth to tell. Fate is against me, anyway.

Or maybe it's just another one of those times.