Finally, I can go home, after twelve hours in the office. I'll be back here in 11.5 hours, after my swim. Which I do so that I can live a little bit longer and therefore spend more hours, days and years in the office…
For those who don't see him every day I feel compelled to inform you that today Vole is wearing a fetchingly unsummery surgical bandage/wrapette on his left forearm.
Ah, I would of enquired however I gathered the last thing a person with tendonitis wants to do is talk about it so our discussion waged onwards to delightful heights. One of the few lecturers that I feel compelled to talk to, in all honestly.
I'm even completing his essay rather then drinking myself into an early grave for once.
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For those who don't see him every day I feel compelled to inform you that today Vole is wearing a fetchingly unsummery surgical bandage/wrapette on his left forearm.
Tendonitis.
Blogging is probably to blame.
Ah, I would of enquired however I gathered the last thing a person with tendonitis wants to do is talk about it so our discussion waged onwards to delightful heights. One of the few lecturers that I feel compelled to talk to, in all honestly.
I'm even completing his essay rather then drinking myself into an early grave for once.
Thanks for the sympathy, comrades. I may need several months' paid sick leave before my arm drops off.
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