For anyone interested who I failed to put in the email, I am finishing finals at 5:30 on saturday, and a massed migration to the madding crowd is planned in aid of me getting spectacularly drunk.

Come join us.

(in other news, exam #1 was OK, tomorrow's should be...interesting)

Let's do this.

No masters place for me. This means that I am now actively seeking mechanisms by which remaining in Oxford with a place to live and a job for at least a year, starting from the summer. Anyone who has inspiration on how they can help with this, get in touch.

Classified is done. After an epic day in which i wrote 5500 words of fiction, the society game is now done and buried. I get my mondays back, and no longer have to meditate upon the nature of baby otters. In other news I found this quote while writing eternities:

The great enemy of the truth is very often not the lie; deliberate, contrived and ( Read more... )

There is vanishingly small point in asking what salad I want in my sandwich if you're just going to put tomatoes in anyway.

No Love. James

Monday. First week. Alarm clock sound already incorporating into dreams rather than waking me up.
Not good.

Due to collected circumstances, I am currently winging my way back to Oxford on the bus. Is anything exciting happening tonight?

I am back in Oxford for the long haul this time, and have moved into what is very likely to be my last room at Magdalen. Much less with the sudden disappearences back to London, I promise. If some of you have parties, maybe I'll actually be here.

I am also GMing the RPGsoc society game this term, which will keep me entertained, and fill the bits of ( Read more... )