Skillfully. With Style.

Last night, Dm and I decided to further the cause of procrastination by wandering the campus between the hours of five and six. How does that Magna Carta song go?

... Everything is grounded
For the fog is down again.


Much like that, yes. The highlight of this particular excursion was not, as one might imagine, the copious amount of pipe smoking, but instead the break-in my partner in crime arranged. Turns out, there is a way to get into Renfield - all you have to do is shinny in through a window on the ground floor. And good christ, did Renfield 3 look good. All colourful and stuff. Very charming. Rooms looked a bit odd though, especially since I expected to look in and see Prager vegetating in his chair. Ah well.

Corridors are wide, though. I'd forgotten about that. We East-dwellers really live in a dump. A taste of real urban life and all that.

In other news, the Sun has yet to turn nova and biologists still pretend cartoons + fancy terminology = science. The end.