The XY chromosome: Mr Nice Guy
Fantastic. Just a couple more pages and that’s Jenny’s notes done. Poor thing, be such a shame for her to get behind just because of a stupid cold. Mind you, she looked much better in Dusk last night, so hopefully she’s on the mend. I’d have asked if I hadn’t had to walk Lucy home. Can’t believe Dave didn’t do it frankly, if she were my girlfriend I’d want to make sure she was home safely. Mind you, he was absolutely hammered, and a bloke should let off some steam after his exams. It was so nice of Lucy to invite me in though, but admittedly a bit awkward putting her to bed when she was pulling at my collar like that. She must have confused me with Dave in her drunken state, they’re such a close couple. She sent me a lovely text the next day to say thank you too- want to go out for drinks again soon, the wild child.
Think I’ll grab a snack, paraphrasing a week’s worth of lectures is hungry work. I’ll try and make a dent in the old washing up while I’m in the neighbourhood too, seems to be piling up a bit. Been wondering whether to mention it to the guys. Actually screw it, it’ll only take a moment and I don’t want to get labelled the house nag. It’s kind of theraputic in a way too, nice and mindless when you’re head’s buzzing with work.
Now to eat. Darn, looks like some cheeky bugger took half my nutella, probably Liam as ever. Oh well, probably should lay off a bit, haven’t had much opportunity to hit the gym of late, especially with all the RAG stuff going on. Town yesterday was hilarious, trying to flog GAG mags to people in the driving snow. We just gave up after a while and had a snowball war instead, awesome fun. I’ll just buy the leftover ones and send them home, cheer up the olds a bit. I feel bad guilting strangers into buying something they might not have wanted otherwise. Got a bit chilly towards the end, but nothing a jog to the library afterwards couldn’t cure. Which reminds me, I need to head.
I feel sorry for the library staff. It can’t be good to be cooped up all day away from natural light, no-one but sleep deprived students to interact with. Just now I tried to hand in a photocopy card someone had left in the machine – the woman’s response was “really?”. As if someone deserves to lose their money just because they forgot to write their name on it. Maybe I could use it to photocopy the key reading for Jenny, she said she was feeling under the weather again this morning, stomach trouble or something.
Really looking forward to tonight. Should text the guys, see what the plan is. I’ll book the taxi now, in case they forget. Don’t really fancy driving again, I mean it’s cool once in a while, but I don’t think the seats’ll take another heavy one – can’t get rid of the smell from last time. Ooh, got a text. It’s Dave. Wow, he sounds upset.
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