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TEALESS
Okay. One more paragraph on the life cycle of the malaria parasite to go and then I will have done 2/3 of the assignments due this Friday. Granted, they're the two 10% ones and the one remaining is worth 40%, but...2/3 is a nice ratio. And I now have a day and a half to get the lab report for Visual & Cognitive Neuroscience done.
(Last minute? What? Me? In my defense, we only finalised the data yesterday.)
All of this pales into insignificance, however, next to the fact that I awoke to find a BROKEN KETTLE. OUR ELECTRIC KETTLE. IS BROKEN.
THIS = NO TEA. TRAUMA. THUS THE HILARIOUSLY TASTELESS ICON. (S'great for perspective, though, isn't it? I have no tea, but at least I haven't been DALEK-ZAPPED.)
I have just returned from a sulky trip to the shops for lunch, which is going to be Vietnamese rice paper rolls with hoi sin, and a takeaway flat white. The flat white is surprisingly good for one made by a milkbar/pizza place. Good and strong. HELLO, COFFEE.
(Last minute? What? Me? In my defense, we only finalised the data yesterday.)
All of this pales into insignificance, however, next to the fact that I awoke to find a BROKEN KETTLE. OUR ELECTRIC KETTLE. IS BROKEN.
THIS = NO TEA. TRAUMA. THUS THE HILARIOUSLY TASTELESS ICON. (S'great for perspective, though, isn't it? I have no tea, but at least I haven't been DALEK-ZAPPED.)
I have just returned from a sulky trip to the shops for lunch, which is going to be Vietnamese rice paper rolls with hoi sin, and a takeaway flat white. The flat white is surprisingly good for one made by a milkbar/pizza place. Good and strong. HELLO, COFFEE.