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14.08.2003Thursday 14 August

I slept in and missed my train, but managed to get to my first lecture on time by jumping out of bed and doing the usual sixty-second get ready and train dash. I’m so sick of it. I would like to wake up fully alert, early, and with a burning desire to hop out of bed and go to uni. Then my hair would be perfect – no brushing needed, and I’d slip into my waiting clothes, step into my self-tying shoes, and dawdle down to the train, nibbling on a biscuit and enjoying the sweet morning birds. Somehow it never quite works out like that.
I saw a nurse at the medical centre, who confirmed my finger infection is localised and not spreading rapidly towards my brain or central spinal column or wherever it is things spread. She bathed him and re-bandaid-ed him, and he spent the rest of the day happily inside his bandaid making pus. After I got home I bathed him in hot, salty water and squeezed all the puss out, showered and applied some of the new Betadine cream that I bought at uni today, and re-bandaid-ed him, and left him there, which is where he is right now, making it hard for me to type.
I cooked one of my corns, and watched “Hackers”. Not a terrible movie I guess, although somewhat dated now.

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