It's Aliiiiiiiiiiive!
So.
The Psych intro tutorial was ok, the hour lecture was fun, some nice ppl, but when we split up to go and see our tutors....ours hadn't turned up. I have since learned that's he's kindly organised another date, being.......9:30am on 14th February. Fat chance. The Boy is only ever home for weekends, and while I'm happy for the other tutorials to be on a Saturday, I am *not* going to a tutorial Valentine's morning at that kind of notice. Oh no indeed.
In other news, I went to Swansea a week ago to learn more about Frontpage. What a crappy programme it is. Another sterlingly bad piece of junk from Mr Gates. I want to learn Dreamweaver :)
But the weather in Swansea was unutterably vile (well, not unutterably because I'm telling you about it), and due to the lack of taxis at the station I got very cold and very wet. And I'm sure having the university on the seafront is very nice in summer.....The train home was also dealyed, which meant shivering in the drafty tiny station. And lo - Wednesday morning I felt as though My Doom had become transmissable to humans, and I was patient zero. Temperature, sore throat, glands well up, headache, and oh, yes, the constant nausea. So I've been off work, trying to get better. My boss has been ill with this thing for over 2 weeks, and while we both dragged our carcasses in today, neither of us lasted beyond lunchtime.
There are other deep thoughts being thunk as well, but those I shall hang on to until things seem a little clearer.
The Psych intro tutorial was ok, the hour lecture was fun, some nice ppl, but when we split up to go and see our tutors....ours hadn't turned up. I have since learned that's he's kindly organised another date, being.......9:30am on 14th February. Fat chance. The Boy is only ever home for weekends, and while I'm happy for the other tutorials to be on a Saturday, I am *not* going to a tutorial Valentine's morning at that kind of notice. Oh no indeed.
In other news, I went to Swansea a week ago to learn more about Frontpage. What a crappy programme it is. Another sterlingly bad piece of junk from Mr Gates. I want to learn Dreamweaver :)
But the weather in Swansea was unutterably vile (well, not unutterably because I'm telling you about it), and due to the lack of taxis at the station I got very cold and very wet. And I'm sure having the university on the seafront is very nice in summer.....The train home was also dealyed, which meant shivering in the drafty tiny station. And lo - Wednesday morning I felt as though My Doom had become transmissable to humans, and I was patient zero. Temperature, sore throat, glands well up, headache, and oh, yes, the constant nausea. So I've been off work, trying to get better. My boss has been ill with this thing for over 2 weeks, and while we both dragged our carcasses in today, neither of us lasted beyond lunchtime.
There are other deep thoughts being thunk as well, but those I shall hang on to until things seem a little clearer.