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My room is in that glorious state of mess between packing-not-started and packing-finished, sort of around oh-my-god-nothing-is-packed-I'm-suffocating-in-heaps-of-unpacked-clothes sort of mess. It's getting abandoned at half eight regardless. I need to see Roger vs Murray before I go back to uni. Need; fate has handed me this match and the spiffy time difference between here and Thailand that'll let me watch it without being hideously late to uni and missing it would be plain cruel. Who cares if I have enough socks for the next ten weeks? I have tennis!

But the point of this, at this hideously early time, is that I'm going back to uni today. And while the best case scenario involves me plugging my laptop in once I get there and leaping right back onto the 'net, the worst case scenario involves my university having broken the Internet over the last four months, which is right within their capabilities. So if I disappear for a few days now, that's why.

Here's hoping it all works. *touch wood* And now to pack and watch tennis and queue for hours for the same key I had four months ago which of course I couldn't be trusted to hold on to, oh no. My university's motto should be 'never trust a student'.

Actually, they're probably right about that. :)

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