Having hoisted myself out of bed extra-early this morning (ie. 8AM…) I got on the bus behind this real weird looking woman and found myself, after a long and sleepless bus ride, eventually at uni where I was existentially shocked to discover that I can think quite clearly before the hour of midday and, in fact, may even feel more emotionally stable in that half of the day. Resolving to take immediately to drink and forget that I ever woke up at all, I found nought but books on my desk. I was startled, partly with fear.

What followed was an indescribable orgy of reading, typing, photocopying and helping others. I find myself utterly guilty and in contempt, and now can barely look at myself in the mirror after this frightful exercise. Gone is the blessed disarray of the past few days. Gone is the uncertainty and trepidation with which I compiled my long-term thesis plan. Now, in the clear light of living each day as if it were my last, I can stand up and face the world. Oh, what a piece of work is man.

In other news, I’m still utterly at a loss as to where I’m going to move to next week. Perusing among the wide variety of rooms for rent - some questionable, some perfect - has provoked very little response from potential housemates. Never worry then: the panic level is rising once again and normality* will shortly be restored.

*’Normality’. What a wonderfully ambiguous word that is.