(With apologies to Jenny Joseph.)
... go to the library and browse for fiction
... start running again
... drink wine without feeling guilty
... see some long-suffering neglected friends
... forget all about carbonate precipitation (thank christ)
... maybe even do a bit of light blogging, here and there.
Oh yeah, and (assuming the exam goes ok) I'll be a BSc. Five years of work, so close to being over. Anyone who spots me lying drunk in the Brockley gutters on Friday night: now you know why ...
