I'm currently writing my dissertation...
Selective Memory as an Explanation for the Interpretation of Dreams as Precognitive
... which is of course super fun! Anyway, as a result I'm essentially living in the basement computer lab of a building called 'hugh rob'. Luckily I have many a companion. Take for example the mature student who regularly falls asleep with his hands down his pants, or the girl who made a bed underneath the desk. I like to think of the dungeon as a place where the light of dreams and hope dwindle in the cold, dank sewage of reality. Some people understandably need a nap to get through the day.
In any case, dear diary, I arrived today at 9.30pm, having done a cheeky 8 hours at the hotel, to find my dear friend Robyn. This is basically what went down...
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