Don't be ridiculous. It's not Sunday, it's Thursday.

Bored. Headache. Bored. Hungry. Tried to read Heart of Darkness. Started reading Oscar and Lucinda instead. Don't know who's in my discussion group yet, I'm the only one that's posted. Going on an excursion tomorrow - an architectural walk down Oxford Street (architecture? No, bars - we are art students after all). Went out for drinks with work people, very boring. Have nothing to say. The other Jess in Japan got a Japanese boyfriend, apparently she's very lucky she found the one Japanese guy that isn't a chauvinist. Gemma is going to Ireland tomorrow. Janet is going to Melbourne on Friday. My life stretches before me to the horizon with nothing to sustain me through the endless boredom, just fish. "Can I help you? You're fish is sick? Bugger, eh?" "Can I help you? You're fish keeps floating up to the top of the tank? Do you have any salt in the water? Yes, I know it's a fresh water tank, you still need a small amount of salt. Fine then, you're right, I don't know anything." "Can I help you? You're fish has changed colour? Ask Michael."