do exactly what I tell you

On 2003-08-30 at 6:53 p.m....

In an effort to build my personal ivory tower that little bit higher, I have declared this a Year Out, in which I will make some money, go on fucking holiday, and apply to colleges of law the nation (world?) over. It's a bit like a Christmas Day Armistice with the world of work, only with fewer Germans.

In other news, I find myself slightly entangled with a 6'3 Cambridge type. I like him because:

Me: This is nice. A bit al fresco.
Him: You mean it's outside. Just say, 'this is outside'.

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