Kro Bar

I swear that one of my lecturers from last year is stalking me. Yesterday, I was sat in the Concourse Cafe and he came in for coffee about two minutes after I did. It was a little weird though, because he spent about two minutes choosing a seat, sat down, and then left about twenty-five seconds later, having drunk his drink in its entirety. And now, at 6:36pm, I am in Kro Bar, and he is sat four tables away with someone. I came for dinner here at 5.00pm and ended up staying longer, because it is raining, and I couldn't be bothered to go home. This is my computer's first outing in its scuba-diving gear.

It is cold. It makes me wonder whether I am seasonally affective, since the same emotions as this time last year are being stirred up for no apparent reason, other than that it is the same time of year again. In other words, emotions that I thought were associated with what was going on in my life this time last year are recurring, even though my personal situation has changed considerably. That was a long winded way of saying something that I have now just extended with this superfluous sentence. Later tonight we are all going to the Stammtisch Hallowe'en party. It is the German Society. I have been once. I am a gatecrasher.

I missed my first two lectures today - the first. Stop. This is boring, isn't it? I feel like I'm writing the worst weblog in the world. Perhaps I am. Who wants to know if I missed my first two lectures today? This website is supposed to be cutting, insightful, and witty. I admit it. Call me conceited. I always intend these kind of dull, soulless, uninteresting statements to lead on naturally to some world-altering, mind-blowing, deeply socio-philosophical microthesis which will earn me multiple lucrative publishing deals. It rarely happens, though. This is another example of it not happening. So here you go.

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