Dear Diary,
Well, I finished my essay (submitting half-a-dozen versions, so many myriad mistakes made, before marking) alas, I cleared up most of them. I am pretty tired from the constant attention required by my beauteous paramour. Looking forward to getting home, well, kind of, as I have to shift a load of junk from around the house still (it's all piled up on my bed and in the bathroom). Bugger. Oh well. It's a lovely day, and I am going to sneak in a quick siesta.
Max.
