Wham-plankton! Thud-seacucumber!

To avoid the problem of having to crowbar a packet of ramen in to the jug that I eat it from this evening (therefore shooting bits of dry noodle in to the five corners of my room), I hit upon the ingenious idea of bashing it up while it was still in the packet. Unfortunately, I seem to have overdone it a bit and my dinner now consists of a jug of hot water, beef stock and some dust.

I was out today with my parents looking at flats again - it seems most likely that Whitney and I will live in Cupar next year, but whereabouts remains to be seen. Properties are a lot less expensive there than in St Andrews, and the commute in wouldn't be too much of a problem with the Fiesta.

After I've finished this I'll probably go down to the Jack Cole Building and work on the practical for a while. Scarily, that idea is actually sounding quite appealing.