Today, I woke at 10.40, delighted that I'd had a decent night's sleep for the first time in ages, but proceeded to spend the rest of the day feeling sleepy, and did nothing other than the things that were strictly necessary.

Firstly I saw work placement man about my four-month work placement that starts in May. This was deeply pointless, since, while most of the placements are in Mykosforsaken corners of Britain (this is the problem with studying the environment - the only environmentally interesting places are in the middle of nowhere), one is in Melbourne (with paid airfare and accommodation), which naturally everyone on my course wants to do. So nothing can be settled until he comes up with some way of allocating it.

Then I went to a revision session for my exam tomorrow. It lasted an hour and three quarters, but it only yielded useful information for the first five minutes.

One of the spikes from my spiky dog collar fell out during it, so I removed the collar, screwed it back in, and set about putting the collar on again. Alex asked if I needed any help with the final stage of this process. ?!?!? I know I appear to live in my dog collar, but does he think I keep the collar on all the time, or that I have one of my corridor mates help me put it on every morning??? Much as I like Alex, the list of Scary Things He Has Said And Done grows ever longer. Currently, the scariest thing on the list is that he remembers every occasion on which we've hugged.

This evening, one of my corridor mates asked me if he was my boyfriend. By way of response, I paraphrased Queen: "No no no no no no no!"

"Not yet, then?"

"Not ever!"

"He likes you though. I can tell."

Though I suspect his feelings for me are rather stronger than mine for him, since I believe myself to be wholly unattractive (in both temperament and appearance), it is only with great reluctance that I'd reached this conclusion, and was eager to have it refuted. "How?" I asked.

"I woman. I have sixth sense."

Alas and woe.

I spent the rest of the day, doing ridiculously pointless things, like looking at the livejournals of everyone who lists "Carlisle" as an interest, and counting the number of Zobo Creat expressions used in my journal between April 1998 and September 1999. Recall the exam tomorrow, in addition to The Large C Project and The Dutch Test du Dume.

Other things o note:

Received an e-mail from the lecturer at Kent, telling me that they're interested in having me back, but the funding possibilities for next year are as yet unclear.

Received the CD from a random Canadian metal band (Fireign) I bought on 4th January, with a note from the guitarist telling me I rock. Nice! It's really good too! Also received a Christmas card from Helen Cooper (children's author and illustrator and former pupil of my parents) telling me she has Philip Pullman's former harmonium in her hall.

Saw The Black Magic High Priest who appears to live in the wash and dry energy station (aka the laundry room) for about the tenth time this week!