Some of South Bank University’s professors went on strike today, making work even easier than usual. I invigilated (watched for cheaters during) an exam, during which I fell asleep. This would only be somewhat bad if my boss hadn’t happened to be sitting right next to me. Whatever: he didn’t seem too concerned, so I’m not either. Other difficulties of the work day included trying to look busy and searching for cheap flights for me to take. I may have a Dilbert job, but at least I don’t spend much time actually doing work…
Apparently I can cook curry: with only a slight quality loss and not too huge of a mess, I managed to make a dish that was vaguely Indian and edible enough for me to gorge myself upon. Still don’t now about this whole cooking business: so time-consuming to save a few pounds, and I’m not exactly ready for “Iron Chef.”
Biking is the ultimate form of transportation. Even in rain, bikes are faster than subways; ask Mike, who’s sleeping on the floor tonight because he bet bed that his train would beat my bike. It’s a lot of fun, too: weaving in and out between cars, getting yelled at by irate motorists, squeezing past buses: to say the least, an interesting way to commute.