philloak

four days left. 70 quid to go around, but i don't want to spend it all as i need to subsidize my liver when i get home.

we had our art show yesteday. it was quite good for having been thrown together in a few hours and the food lcc provided was excellent (horray for mini-quiches, the penultimate exhibition munchy). i drank too much wine, went home and passed out listening to mer de noms. i vaguely remember sun and julia appearing per my request and attempting to roust me for a trip to upper street but i decided that sleep was more appealing than hitting on biritsh girls at that particular moment. it was, and i kept at it for another three hours.

i got 20 for my guitar. that's about as much as i expected. it was easier to get rid of than i thought. sun and i attempted to go visit jacob merrick but the museum closed at 4:30 and we appeared some time later. we ate chana instead.

despite my begging reslife for a swap it looks like i won't be able to move back into 1934 until at least june. i suppose that wouldn't be too bad, as i've got another five weeks after that anyhow.

now i off to find coffee cake and kink. the cafe, not those things individually, though they will presumably all be present there.