I had a pretty quiet day; stayed out of college, for better or worse. I read some scripture and said the offices today. I didn't make it to the gym like I wanted, but perhaps tomorrow. I am behind in the Greek I'm supposedly trying to learn. I vacuumed the hallway, bought groceries, and put cards in the mail for my other friends' March birthdays. I replaced the bell on my bike, which had been vandalized along with my front light two weeks ago. I got a citation for the latter issue, which will be forgiven me (along with the thirty pound fine!) if I show up at the police station with a receipt for the replacement light.
I had a little sushi for lunch. The Japanese restaurant a few doors down is overpriced, but the company was pleasant. I made stir fry for dinner and went downstairs for the "Christian Arts Tea and Coffee House." Yes, it's an acronym, but that's alright. We watched "Crash," and it's a deeply moving film. Tomorrow, I will make a tuna bake.
I spent most of the day slogging through that terrible book on Biblical Interpretation by Bray. I'm only sticking with it because I think I have to write a critique on it. Pants. As they say.
I was convinced to go to a club called "Filth" on Saturday night. Why don't you just use your imagination for that one?
I read a bit of Isaiah today.
I bought a box of English Breakfast tea, and I will, predictably, have it at breakfast tomorrow. I also bought some proper "brew" coffee. As they say. Because, you see, in England, "coffee" can mean instant coffee. I don't know why that is. One learns to live with these things.