Oh god. So I'm back in Manchester, getting everything clean, making plans to go to labs and work... And I've been sneezing more or less constantly since I woke up. Is it a cold? Is it my whacked out version of hayfever? [Last year, something similar happened, and the doctors was 'k, just take these pills, come back if they don't work.' I still have half of them at home.] But blackcurrant icelollies and coco pops cure all ills.

So hopefully I'll be feeling a bit better to drag myself around town - I have a worrying shortage of jeans. My River Island combats gave up the ghost over Easter - holes on the inside leg generally don't encourage me to wear them - and the cheaper jeans from Asda are going the same way. I have the black trousers, but I need jeans! Also, while capris are cool, my ankles will get cold.
Really, that's me trying to justify going shopping. I get my loan soon, so hey!

The String Quartet Tributes are awesome.

Why does nobody get back to Manchester until the weekend? Gragh. I feel all miserable and twitchy now, I want to do things. That aren't work. :/

Also, yesterday I woke up a load of scratches on my arm. I really don't know how that one happened.

Tags: feeling sorry for myself, shopping