7:50 pm - Monday 8th May 2000

God, what a day… Good news, bad, news, bad news, good news…

Ok, today was quite shit. It probably started off badly due to the reduction in Androcur putting me on edge to begin with. Then I received a bunch of student reports and then my reaction didn't work, people were being noisy and so on. Suffice to say I came home early, ate and went to bed for an extended period.
The other main reason I am pissed off, in fact probably the main one is a) the fact I'm fuzzy, and b) the awful looking electro scabs right on the front of my chin. I'm pissed off because they shouldn't be there if the woman had been a decent operator and when I'm paying so damn much, I should be getting someone who knows something. It's going to take an extreme degree of will-power not to cancel my Wednesday appointment and shave.

Other than that, not very much, I'm doing drinks with Red tomorrow, and I might skip coffee on Wednesday because I don't want to think about how disgusting I will look by then. I'm seriously contemplating how I can get to Sydney and book time with Jessica R the woman who does multi-needle galvanic in Sydney. For the cheap price of only $50 an hour (as opposed to $120-$180 here) I could be saving myself plenty of money and avoiding scaring.

9:15 pm - Oh yeah, I nearly forgot the other news of the day. First the laminated picture of Hoatru (Sailor Saturn) I had on my door was stolen. I don't know whether it was done because I am an easy target, or maybe just spite or whatever. I won't put another one up, because of what you're about to read below.
I saw the John's accountant this morning about the question of self-catered accommodation in second semester. He left a message in my mail-box later which said equivocally No. Therefore I'll be on the hunt for alternate housing, I'm currently resting my hopes on Toad Hall. However, I did receive an extension to stay at John's until the end of June. This is a bit of relief, because that gives more time for Toad to get back to me. I think I'll have to start collecting milk-crates so that I can ship a lot of my excess junk home.

I still have to write to the Graduate School to get my scholarship extended and also write up my annual report. At least this time I have stuff to say.

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