Okay, lies. I'm not actually scheduled to be running Fresher's Fair today. You'll all have the pleasure tomorrow.
So instead I'm crashing in Imagine writing this, listening to Neutral Milk Hotel and editing fanfiction for some stranger online. It's Detective Conan fic.
And then I'm gonna watch Opium and the Kung-Fu Master on CampusNet like the scrounger I am.
While the poor souls at Fresher's Fair overheat and suffer, I shall be living in luxury.
RIP Jodie, Dan and Dylan. Only Jamie survives til the morrow.