15:36 BST
IT lab, Bute
Cardiff, UK
Up late. No swimming. Was really angry at self. Plumber came around 10am. George the jolly plumber-by-day and DJ-by-night. I got dressed and left for uni. Attended a lecture by a former FT columnist. A generic talk about the do's and dont's at the start of a journalistic career. Don't be choosy, don't say no to seemingly uninteresting offers. Be curious, be friendly, keep eyes and ears open. Plus a whole lot of talk about his own career swerves, and how he is currently troubled with a potential column on James Bond of the 21st century. Engaging talk, albeit a little dull. Nothing obviously useful said. 1pm and I was famished. Met waitress friend at the student union's Taff, and ordered a veggie brekkie. Toast + mushrooms+egg+beans+veggie sausage. Not that yum but filling. A random afro group came into the pub with a number of accoustic intrsuments and started playing! Everyone had to raise their decibels considerably to get themselves heard above the musical din. But it was a great change of atmosphere. Came back to library and have been fooling around for over an hour. A friend sent an email accusing me of breaking off without talking. I sent back a 'wtf??' then realised he probably thought I had deleted him from Facebook. Which I haven't. I merely deactivated my account. Yes. Did I tell you that? I deactivated from Facebook! Its been two days. I feel like I have lost a limb. The reflex of typing in facebook everytime I log onto the internet needs to be curbed. Control control. All for the good. It isn't that bad yet, because the company I keep isn't too Facebook friendly. Okay you cheered me up. I'm going to go home now. Then swimming. Then home. Then shift. Then home. Then sleep. Whee.
IT lab, Bute
Cardiff, UK
Up late. No swimming. Was really angry at self. Plumber came around 10am. George the jolly plumber-by-day and DJ-by-night. I got dressed and left for uni. Attended a lecture by a former FT columnist. A generic talk about the do's and dont's at the start of a journalistic career. Don't be choosy, don't say no to seemingly uninteresting offers. Be curious, be friendly, keep eyes and ears open. Plus a whole lot of talk about his own career swerves, and how he is currently troubled with a potential column on James Bond of the 21st century. Engaging talk, albeit a little dull. Nothing obviously useful said. 1pm and I was famished. Met waitress friend at the student union's Taff, and ordered a veggie brekkie. Toast + mushrooms+egg+beans+veggie sausage. Not that yum but filling. A random afro group came into the pub with a number of accoustic intrsuments and started playing! Everyone had to raise their decibels considerably to get themselves heard above the musical din. But it was a great change of atmosphere. Came back to library and have been fooling around for over an hour. A friend sent an email accusing me of breaking off without talking. I sent back a 'wtf??' then realised he probably thought I had deleted him from Facebook. Which I haven't. I merely deactivated my account. Yes. Did I tell you that? I deactivated from Facebook! Its been two days. I feel like I have lost a limb. The reflex of typing in facebook everytime I log onto the internet needs to be curbed. Control control. All for the good. It isn't that bad yet, because the company I keep isn't too Facebook friendly. Okay you cheered me up. I'm going to go home now. Then swimming. Then home. Then shift. Then home. Then sleep. Whee.
