Mid-Semester Break

Not that it is much of a break, but any time away from that place is pure bliss. That is possibly why the illicit pleasure of not going during semester is just too much too resist most of the time. Or was that illicit pleasures when I dont go to class? Or illicit classes in resisting something blah blah blah... Anyway, last night was random crazy and I've a bruised hip where an errant billboard type thing hit me (and not I hitting it thankyou). Im very keen to see the photos, they were awesome from memory, and my memory would never lie. Not knowingly at any rate. My lack of sleep is sure causing the day to run so very slow, its Friday afternoon, 10 past 4, no uni till tuesday week, the supressed excitement is going to give me a hernia.