Get up, shower, get dressed, internetise, pack my bag ... try to leave.
I've been locked in. Why? Because Stuart said he'd left me a key when he hadn't. Being locked in + claustrophobia = Angry Yvette.
Somebody's coming to let me out at 4. Only another hour and a half of last-tute-for-the-semester missage then. Wonderful.
Current Mood: claustrophobic