pissed off at myselfI haven't heard anything about my seminar, which according to the History office means assume it's on. David and Mum both suggested I just forget about it and go back to the house where it's warm and I don't have to worry about transport but I seem physically incapable of doing that.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why won't I let myself skip one measly seminar that may not even be on due to bucket loads of snow outside?
I'm crabby and hungry cos there was a campus wide power cut right as I went to lunch, which is, by the way, David's fault. He suggested we meet for lunch at 1, but then we ended up next to each other in the library and he asked to wait 15 minutes. If we'd gone at 1 we could have eaten.
I still love snow though.
