Diary of an up and coming sociopath

So far, today, it’s been quite non-stop. Probably since I woke up yesterday, actually. Ian and I started, at 2, by going to Tescos, after which we continued with our coursework. We had this vague plan to complete it before dinner. As we spent the day working through these seemingly randomly generated numbers, recalculating them and filling spreadsheets with the reverse engineered equations, and converting these numbers into diagrams. We finally finished at around 2am, after around 24 man-hours of work on this crappy software project management. Even more hilariously, we had originally planned to do one copy each, rather than work in a pair as was allowed, but there was so much work we realised about halfway through that there was no way we could possibly both do a full project, so we just compiled it all together. I spent 2 hours watching my Zim DVDs after that, because I realised I’d spent an entire day working and I felt like I should allocate some time for winding down.

This morning we conferred with George over the work, came to the conclusion we were al on roughly the same page, and then made a brief expedition to Wheatley to hand it in. After that was out of the way, we walked up to the comic shop where I purchased Joss Whedon’s new X-Men comic, which is great. Oh, I forgot to mention that Buffy S7 arrived this morning. A several years long chapter of my life can be closed on that subject. Much like how, in theory, I’ll never have to buy another Futurama DVD, the same can now be said of Buffy. That damn guy has taken so much of money over the years.

From the comic shop, we continued to walk into town, where I returned Nikki’s library books a whole day early. Ian and George wanted a Starbucks, which entailed us standing in the strangest queue I’ve experienced for a while. It never actually seemed to get shorter, except for when people got fed up and left. George accidently filled his coffee with cinnamon instead of chocolate dust, and I was unable to steal any coffee beans for my collection, because there weren’t any on display. Whiel they drank their coffees, I flicked through my comics, and then we spent a while figuring out if Friends was solely to blame for the horrible compulsion people feel to go and sit in coffee shops. Then we went and got another Ice Cream, and walked back home down the Cowley road, attempting to figure out where the cyclist was killed, but having our game cut short when we practically fell over a pile of flowers.

Anyway, in all this work, I’ve barely had time to play Pokémon, and I really need to complete it, else it’ll be hanging over me for the rest of my life. Then maybe some website work, which has taken a back seat of late. Ah, yes, such plans do I have.