Me: "I don't think they make kilts in his size."
Chris: "They do, but they're called curtains."
The only bad thing about today was that I didn't see Rikki, because I'd assumed he hadn't come into college and didn't go looking for him. Oh, and my throat's fucking killing me.
I had a tutorial this afternoon which was as pointless as I'd expected it to be: we were supposed to mark each other's essays and justify why we'd given out a certain mark. This would have been fine if I'd received a brilliant essay I could pour praise over, but the one I ended up with just wasn't that good. I consequently felt a bit mean for doling out a lower mark than anyone else (fortunately for him, we have a generous tutor who never seems to give a grade lower than a B).
All I want tomorrow is to spend the night at Rikki's. Is that too much to ask for?
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