i went to sleep on the floor, somewhat uncomfortably and opened my eyes to the next morning. i'd dreamt furiously and yet i do feel somewhat rested too. what time is it, i asked yeen teck. i'd heard birds twittering and soft light stroking my eyelids ages before i decided to get up, so i had some feeling it might be nearer to noon. 9.30, he assured me. this, i considered, wasn't too bad, a although it might be getting late to leg it over to the lawn at 10.30. at least, the reason i get up at 6.30 everyday and am still late for my morning classes is that you need a certain amount of heavy bumming before you can feel prepped for class: lie around and real frivolous books, make tea and check your email and write lengthy replies, engage in an hour or two of inconsequential bantering online...i'm supposed to go make myself useful for echols days on the lawn, but i think i'll go run errands and show up at 2 for the garden party instead. i need to go to the bank and it's a monstrous pain now that wachovia's off grounds. also fei just sent around a list of students from singapore who have been admitted, and i think i'll write to the raffles people. how is it everyone gets so well taken care of nowadays? when i got in i didn't even get my orientation package (which a whale swallowed while the ship that was ploughing over to my end of the world sank) and so never knew what i was supposed to be doing and spent most of orientation indoors being bloody homesick and hungry. *yawn* and now, i should go shower before i fall asleep again.