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On 2002-01-11 at 5:58 p.m.... Right, well, bollocks. I thought I'd conduct an experiment in which I'd see what happened if I didn't update my diary for a while. The results are in: the people-who-like-me list has been eroded to 26, and I'm haunted by a nagging sense of guilt. In the historical annals of successful experiments, this one is going to be hiding at the back, looking shifty. Winter break, we hardly knew ye. That was not four weeks, not by anyone's estimation. There's a big banner at the top of this page which just says 'LESBIANS'. Anyway, I got 16, which is probably horrendous, but then I just woke up. Oh. yes. Man. This semester had better be easier than the last. I'm determined to be structured, with index cards and all sorts of conscientious revision. And then what? Really, no idea. I want to stick around the States during the summer, and I'd like to do something impressive, like an internship somewhere of some kind. Oh, I don't know. Either that or drag Adam home with me, deposit him on my father's doorstep and say: 'look what I did during my year away, Daddy!'. Or, you know. Not. But! Right now, dinner awaits. I promise this'll get better once I've got work to avoid.
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