The ecological theatre

This morning, I took Chris to my nine o' clock lecture, as he owed me for the ISE lecture I attended last week. Luckily for him, it just so happened that my lecture was on redox potentials, which involves voltage and other things which are more to do with Physics than Biology, so he was in his element. In fact, I think he rather enjoyed it, which makes me think that I should have taken him to a more difficult lecture. Something to do with prokaryotic genetics, perhaps?

Oh yes, and there was another perk for him.

"There are girls!"

Welcome to Biology, love.

Do I get a gold star?

Incredibly, I did some work this afternoon. I summarised the lecture notes from this morning, ascertained that the lecture I missed this morning wasn't that difficult, and revised the lectures I missed back in December because I was too lazy to get out of bed. So, a productive day for once.

When I spoke to Rikki this afternoon, he informed me that he'd pulled a muscle in his neck. How he managed to do that is a mystery. Two other mysteries: how my sore throat manages to cause me pain when I yawn (although singing is no problem at all), and why the fridge in our utility room is making a noise that sounds weirdly like "nom nom nom".

It sucks

Month anniversaries appear to bring with them an increased probability of things going wrong. Take yesterday, for instance. Not only was my throat still hurting like fuck, but my stomach had decided to give me gyp too. Throw a serious conversation (inspired by Amy) into the mix, and it's safe to say that I've had better days.

After my afternoon problem class, by which point I was thoroughly sick of enzymes, I popped home for half an hour to pick up a spare pair of tights for today. I'm not sure if the knowledge that I wasn't wearing the same outfit two days in a row was worth the two-hour round trip, but hey, I had the time. My lunch had been a portion of mango, so I bought a waffle on the way back to Imperial and ate it whilst jammed between commuters on the Tube. Next time, I think I'll just have a small one. Without all that cream.

I'd arranged to meet Rikki in the Union after his meeting, but bumped into him walking down to the Tube station: thanks to his hangover, he hadn't remembered where he was meeting me and neglected to text me, so it's just as well that I have the gift of good timing. He had to rush home because of his doctor's appointment; I sat in the waiting room and wondered if the pamphlets on domestic violence were implying something by putting Arabic writing on the front.

Then we went to Sainsbury's to stock up the fridge, Rikki received a USB keyboard vacuum cleaner as a late Christmas present, we had a serious chat- I hope things are going to change as a result of it- before Cat came home, we all watched the latest episode of House, and went to bed. I missed my first lecture to try to get some more sleep, only to be woken up at half seven anyway. Rikki felt sick, so I left him in bed. I believe he's still there now.

February's not turning out so well for me.

We all need to calm down

Today is mine and Rikki's four-month anniversary. It hasn't gotten off to a good start: I had to get up earlier than usual to renew my monthly Travelcard. Mind you, I did go to bed at ten last night because I had absolutely nothing else to do. Such is my life at the moment. I use sleep like alcoholics use a bottle of whisky.

The good news is that I can stay at Rikki's tonight. The bad news is that Amy is not at all happy with him at the moment.

Not well structured

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?

Sweeter than glucose

I'm glad that I don't have to start February with a negative post. OK, I think I'm coming down with something icky (my appetite's diminished, it hurts to swallow and my neck muscles hurt), but today hasn't been bad otherwise. Not bad at all, in fact.

Everyone's favourite lecturer has returned to teach us some biological chemistry. Who couldn't love a man who swears like a first-class navvy, openly mentions his husband, and prepares interesting demonstrations? Today, he made fruit caviar, and I would have gotten to try some if I hadn't been sitting at the back.

Seeing as Falmouth is now practically out of bounds, I used the microwave in the SAC for my lunch. There are so many people in there that I'm pretty inconspicuous, so there weren't any problems. Touch wood. Sadly, I wasn't very hungry and ended up throwing away half of my frankly unappetising mushroom risotto. Funny how I easily managed to eat a red velvet cupcake with chocolate tasting Chris- I think I'll abandon the prefix and just call him Chris from now on- after our excursion to the Hummingbird Bakery. As usual, we had a good natter whilst puttings crumbs everywhere. This may become a regular fixure, not that I have any complaints: he can even put on a Scottish accent. What more could I ask for?