It is me. Here I am, in that academic factory of crushed dreams (or school as I believe it is now politically correct to say.) SB came and sat down next to me and gave me her cold.

SB: Hi (sneezes)
Germs: Look a new home! Lets see who can get there first!
Me: Duck! Oh too late. My head's gone all swimmy. Damn, I can't write anymore essays as I feel like I'm about to die. And it's freezing cold in here. It's May for God's sake people!

Am overworked and overtired. But on the otherhand I bought a pretty new bag on Sunday. So not all bad. And it's for charity.
Mrs. Day gave me back my many practice papers. They're like some kind of epic novel. I could publish them and make my fortune. Apparently I have got the hang of the whole source thing now, I just need to have some own knowledge to back it up. So I'm reading up on the Nazi party. At the moment I'm reading about Hitler. This lead to one of those random moments that seem strewn like abandoned weeds over the path of my life.

Me: (Reading aloud) Hitler was a quarter Jewish!
Coppelia: Did you just say Hitler was related to Boy George!!!!!!!