Surely it can't be Saturday night?...

Saturday night. I'm in the Boyd Orr CS lab. Oh my god, what a sad bastard I am!! I've always hated this cold, unrelenting place with a passion, and here I am, back in it.

Watched the Wimbledon ladies' final today, to see the gorgeous Maria Sharapova beat Serena Williams comprehensively. I don't usually follow it, and admittedly I was only watching it to see the lovely miss Sharapova, but I got into it. It was an exciting match. I'm now a fan of tennis, as well as the beauty of Sharapova.

Went into town today and got myself a new toy, a "Canon Powershot A80" digital camera (4M pixel resolution). It's a decent camera, and should keep me occupied for I while as I take pictures of just about anything and everything I see.

On the way to the lab, I went on the "walk of pain" through Ashton Lane - never thought I'd still be doing it after uni is over, watching everyone having a great time while you head on up to the lab. Technically I could go out, instead of being sad and coming up here, but I'm too tired, my body still adjusting to a regular sleep pattern. The tiredness during the day is wearing off though, so that is a good sign.

Oh well, I'm off to watch some rubbish Saturday night TV, like the lonely, sad person that I am. ;-)

Ta'ra chucks.