Ouch
My feet are fucked. I need new shoes, which I might have to ask the parents to get for me, because I just can't afford them myself.
Need to think of an essay title for one course and write a vague plan. My tutor seemed sympathetic to my developed hatred of academic literature, and did advise me to get out as soon as I could. He's cool.
It's cold, and I have no food. After a mission to uni for a dance class I don't think I can take part in today, I'll have to mission it to Sainsbury's and mission it home again. I hope that I wake up tomorrow in less pain than today.
Awesome.