Again, second entry of the day. I am working my brain at college like a lunatic - is this why my "CREATIVE OVERFLOW" is "OVERFLOWING" with extra journalling at the moment?

I have a hive on my face - too much sugar perhaps? - and I apologised to that arrogant young man today. He now has a name. We had a long and amicable philosophical debate centred on the nature of time. He accepted my apology with grace, and for his part, tried to assure me that underneath all that arrogance is a very humble young man, nay, a humble puppy of some kind, dancing about with a red sponge ball amidst heaps of toilet paper. Unconvincing, but I like him despite myself. I wait with anticipation to see how he speaks to the lecturer in the next seminar.

The hive is asserting its presence as I type but I will not gratify it with scratches.

On scratch talk, I have discovered a new evil; spiral bound notepads. The one in my shoulder bag bites my hand every time I stick it in to retrieve something. I may render it unemployed and go in search of a glue-bound notebook. TAKE IT WIRY McSCRATCHY.

My excellent staple study-buddy, D, who is just learning to drive, gave me a lift home today. It's always a bit of an adventure driving with D, you never know what she's going to do next. Turning at a junction is somewhat of a stressful affair - she makes me feel as though getting home is a survival task. I love it. She makes me feel like I have ACHIEVED. OH YES. I MADE IT HOME, DESPITE THE TRIALS.

It is Friday night - time to let the old probervial hair down (although as I am bald as a coot this may pose difficulties HA HA GOTCHA I DO HAVE HAIR) and put the books and laptop aweh. FIRMLY AWEH. For tomorrow I arise at le crack of dawn to write a dull essay on The Wasteland which I expect to take a solid twelve hours work.

I'm just not into that.