The highlight of the day was sneezing explosively and almost inhaling my own hair. It's getting to the point where I'm thinking a TV might be a good idea. But NO. I can live without Big Brother. There are better ways to occupy myself. Biscuit making. Conducting typing-with-purple-socks-on-hands experiment. Reading my way through the to-read list. Smoothing down pieces of tin foil from Kit-Kat bars and adding them to my growing collection of shiny smooth things. Examining the dead daddy-long-legs squashed behind the wooden cabinet in the bathroom and musing over the quality of its previous life. I wouldn't want to be reincarnated as a daddy long legs. It must get boring, chasing people into walls.

Thank goodness I start working soon. As of tomorrow, I will be a busy student waitress person. Hopefully. It all depends on whether the manager is satisfied with my black socks. That, and my non-existent waitressing skills.