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Circuits, chips and bits and bytes detecting the failure, result of analysis the human behaviour
Yes, I've been wanting to write that one for a while. As I write this, someone is having his hair cut on the Mound, and that blasted "touch myself" song is emanating from the kitchen.
I ended up not studying last night, as you might have guessed, and instead slept until about ten this morning. I then just wasted time for a bit, waiting for lunch, which was rather dire, so I headed in to town with Ally, Chris and Paulette. Bought my usual cornflakes, although I was tempted by the Country Crisp, and also got a pack of 10 doughnuts and a pack of Party Rings.
Party Rings... the forbidden biscuits. I remember having them only on _very_ special occasions at home (when I was about seven) and I'd forgotten about them until now. I have to say that I understand why my mum wasn't happy about giving them to me as a child - they're toothrot in compressed ring form. I even had one in the pack that only had one colour of icing on it. After working my way through the whole pack of 20 (honestly, it took me fully five seconds to multiply four and five - I'm becoming completely thick) and rediscovering the horrible grinding noise produced when you drag your top teeth along the icing, I'm feeling more than a little ill, and my teeth were almost literally screaming in agony.
You know it's been a slow day when you write a paragraph that long about a particular brand of biscuit. Dinner was the traditional fish 'n' chips, which I appreciate but then I've got a taste for really bad food such as cinema hot dogs and Doner meat.
The trouble is, as I was saying to Paulette, going in to town or doing your laundry seems such an achievement, and I still have to do some work. I'll study tonight, honest. I'll even print out my Lecture-A-Minute style notes just now.
I ended up not studying last night, as you might have guessed, and instead slept until about ten this morning. I then just wasted time for a bit, waiting for lunch, which was rather dire, so I headed in to town with Ally, Chris and Paulette. Bought my usual cornflakes, although I was tempted by the Country Crisp, and also got a pack of 10 doughnuts and a pack of Party Rings.
Party Rings... the forbidden biscuits. I remember having them only on _very_ special occasions at home (when I was about seven) and I'd forgotten about them until now. I have to say that I understand why my mum wasn't happy about giving them to me as a child - they're toothrot in compressed ring form. I even had one in the pack that only had one colour of icing on it. After working my way through the whole pack of 20 (honestly, it took me fully five seconds to multiply four and five - I'm becoming completely thick) and rediscovering the horrible grinding noise produced when you drag your top teeth along the icing, I'm feeling more than a little ill, and my teeth were almost literally screaming in agony.
You know it's been a slow day when you write a paragraph that long about a particular brand of biscuit. Dinner was the traditional fish 'n' chips, which I appreciate but then I've got a taste for really bad food such as cinema hot dogs and Doner meat.
The trouble is, as I was saying to Paulette, going in to town or doing your laundry seems such an achievement, and I still have to do some work. I'll study tonight, honest. I'll even print out my Lecture-A-Minute style notes just now.
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