monotonous days of cycles of books, caffeine, eating, sleeping with the occassional, iterant going-outs

having chilled for 90% of the past two terms, Im faced with mammoth exams, an under-worked brain and piles of prosaic literature to peruse

on a more positive note, I have finally completed a full draft of my dissertation and sent it to my professor, albeit a few weeks late. if anyone remembers my aeon-ago post about this essay, I ended up choosing the topic of article 3 of the european convention of human rights arguing against the court taking a wider conception of the terms 'inhumane and degrading treatment or punishmet'. Im a cruel one, arent I.

p.s this evening, went to the Comedy Cafe just off Old Street for a good laugh. the first and last acts were a riot, but the middle one...ouch..I felt so bad for the comedian. at least, the audience were civil enough to not heckle.