This week has been a blur of parties, journeys, drugs, sex, plans. Guest lists, Yo! Sushi, Thai mushrooms. I want to hurry up and get back to university though; I realised, with a swish of subfusc, that I'm a bit of an academic at heart, and want nothing more than a chair/book/pen and a road to run down now and then. This...job...business? Schoolboy error. Should have known better, really.

It troubles me that I do not know how more things are done. I have recently been thinking about frameworks, and things that dictate silently the way in which the world operates. Why can't I, why must we, what gives you the right? On the whole, however, it's easier to think about what's on E4.