It's pretty much an office, but i will be capitalising it, just for fun. There's a little name thing on the door, a printer to misuse, a library on campus I should visit, and a blow-up Powerpuff Girl that squeaks when you squeeze it. I also have my ipod, because what's an office without an ipod?
A moment ago, I just had visit from T (phd student, research area once explained by long forgotten; i think it has something to do with childhood horror figures in literature). T. explained to me that the eating place outside is, in fact, the edge of Esme's, the cafe, and now I am busy watching people eat and judging their eating habits.
Hopefully something interesting will happen so I can be witty.
