June 23

There's a cold wind blowing right up my very short skirt which I put on this morning to celebrate my anticipated triumph over functional grammar- a horrible mistake, as whenI got to school my essay was semi lost and I had to retype two thirds of it before even embarking on a proof read. Hysterical reliance on technical support has been the order of the day- I'll have to thank them. Now I have one hour before I have to put it in the box and I'm too scared to look it over: instead I am dreaming of whisky and even contemplating a cigar.