Home again home again, jiggity jig
Ohhhh...what a week. I must say, I'm pleased to have lived through it (and we all know that's a legitimate hazard for me these days). I'm going to go home to the booming metropolis of Harvey Station this weekend, which'll be nice. I need to be there, I think, and see Mum and Patrick. If I don't do something to relax soon I think my head will probably explode - and think of the mess! Then it's only one week until the so-called March "Break". Of course, no one with any common sense in my course will actually take this as a break, since there is always lots to do. In fact, Sybil (Re: ISDP instructor) will be around then as well, so hopefully I'll be able to really make some progress on that. Yay!
On a side note, I received my marks to date in my UNIX course: 87.2%! I'd say "Yay me!", but the sad fact is that this would not be something worth celebrating if it was, oh, two or three years ago. Being mediocre is shitty work.
Well, I'd love to sit and chat (Though honestly, who is reading this? Mum? Honest to fuck...), but I've got either work to pretend to do, or a bed at home that's calling for me. Plus packing must be done at some point before 1700, when I call the cab to take me to the bus station. Fare thee well.
On a side note, I received my marks to date in my UNIX course: 87.2%! I'd say "Yay me!", but the sad fact is that this would not be something worth celebrating if it was, oh, two or three years ago. Being mediocre is shitty work.
Well, I'd love to sit and chat (Though honestly, who is reading this? Mum? Honest to fuck...), but I've got either work to pretend to do, or a bed at home that's calling for me. Plus packing must be done at some point before 1700, when I call the cab to take me to the bus station. Fare thee well.