
I had forgotten that in college people just walk into your room, uninvited at positively indecent hours. And by that I mean that this morning a cleaner just marched into my room at 9.30am this morning to change my rubbish bag. I don't like it. I also will have to investigate finding better food preparation tools. I don't like I can eat out of tin cans for the next month, however optimal I am making my washing up. Tomorrow I will go in search of a microwave or a toaster. I will have a decent meal of toast and warm spaghetti hoops yet!


I am feeling a bit lost at the moment. It's so lonely here and I just want to go home. I want my mum to cook me food and I want to watch a film with my brother and dad. I want to go out with my friends and I want to go to sleep not worrying about MAPLE. I don't want to feel constantly on the verge of tears.
Jo told me that she had her most frustrating day with her project today. Apparently the code she has to test wasn't running properly and her phD student spent 2 hours looking at it. Oh dear. That's what I feel like very day, except I don't have the luxury of a phD student to help and my code is just a load of rubbish that I've written myself, so I have no idea even if it's supposed to work. I want Colonel Brandon to want to marry me.
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