I'm midway through writing a paper for my MA at the moment on digital class structures (insert yawn here) - which needs to be shown to my lecturer as a first draft on thursday afternoon. as i'm out tommorow evening, that means i have to complete it tonight. as a result, i have done a massive amount of laundry and quite a bit of tidying up, replied to a large number of emails, checked around a couple of sites, written this blog, watched a bond movie, eaten dinner, made two phonecalls and generally procrastinated. if only you could get a degree in that - although i suppose by turning up or doing the work, you'd fail by definition.
i ran out of actimel today - on day 8, which means i have to treck to the supermarket tommorow to buy some. i'm concerned that tesco metro on bishopsgate may not stock the product - in which case, i have a problem. granted, nothing has happened on days 7 and 8 to make me believe in actimel's amazing powers of improving one's life, yet i think its lulling me into a false sense of security - and after the server crashing fiasco, i'm not man enough to take that risk.
there.. thats another 10 minutes wasted.
