we actually live here now which is rather nice. my bed is the most comfortable thing in the world, tonight i'm going to sleep for a million years. it's just so nice, i can't really get over it. at the moment there is one person here, and he is asleep, so we don't know what our flatmates and landlady person are like. it's a bit like through the keyhole, trying to work out what the person is like from the stuff in their house. signs are, so far, good.
i start uni on monday and i am shitting myself. woot! i'm doing the 'classic roots of the anglosaxon world' which sounds a bit exciting!
room:
boom tick kitchen:
lounge:
other crap:
WANG:
something drawn by the 'environment agitator':
quite angry househunting days:
'attention! station on a curve! when leaving, take care not to introduce your foot between the train and the platform!' also, beware of girls with large cuts on their arms.
i haven't shaved in a while. exciting news.
that's quite enough of that, i'm STARVING.