Today I:

- Tried to write a one minute talk concerning chances of being HIV positive if you test as HIV positive (seemingly, they're slightly less than 1 in 10) which I have to give tomorrow. Realised it will end up being about ten minutes long and instead of doing the calculations, I should have gone to the Give Us Yer Blood session being held on campus today, since, apparently, if you test as HIV negative (which I do), you most definitely are.

- Did beeploads of C. My project (due Friday) is now finished-ish, but I have to check I have sufficient comments, check it still works on the university computers, sense-check, spell-check and layout-check. Since this part of any project tends to take me nearly as long as the rest of it (and this took me several weeks), good thing I still have tomorrow. Shame I also have a Dutch test tomorrow.

- Got instructed in how to get FREE MONEY!!! how to mark first year homework, which will earn me more than twice of much any of my previous employment, despite many of my previous jobs being more difficult (balancing accounts) or tedious (removing white pixels individually from graphics).

Oh, how good it is to be a postgraduate!

We are few enough to hang our coats on Proper Coat Stands (tm) of seminar rooms rather than on Ye Traditional Backs Of Never-Tall-Enough-If-You-Wear-A-Trenchcoat Chairs.

We are trusting enough of our fellow mathematicians that lecturers no longer feel the need to bore and confuse us with the proofs of anything they tell us.

The lecturers trust us to let them know how much of each lecture is left.

Although not that much.

Lecturer, at 10.39: What time is it?
Student (checks watch): 11.15.
Lecturer: Nice try.

And we get paid more than £5.12 an hour! (Which I got as an undergraduate, for doing exactly the same as certain postgrads did, only I did it more betterly and they got paid more than twice as much. Grrrr.)

- Went to a Scriptwriting meeting. This term, we're going to make a film about a psychotic iron, that goes around flattening people. No, not really. Only three of us turned up, so we decided to use the time to edit "Henry" some more. So we went to Wentworth College reception to get the key for the cinematography office. Naturally, the porter wasn't there. So we waited for fifteen minutes for one to turn up . . . only to discover someone else had the key and wasn't in the office. So we went to Berna's kitchen for a bit and talked about films. Well, what else?