Confessions of a hobo....

So I'm back in Birmingham...It's actually surprisingly sunny. Transition between home and UK went smoothly...I went to Liverpool for the weekend so I had something to look forward to. I met all the Liverpool group of friends, we had dinner, and went to a few chill out places. Good stuff. Then back to Birmingham....

At the moment I'm homeless, so my nights are spent camping in Sam's living room. Poor Sam. She's too patient. The contract for my previous house ended beginning of August, and my next one only starts on the 25th September. So for the time being I'm spending my mornings desperately rummaging through a huge pile of boxes, hoping to find a suitable item of clothing for the day. By the time I've found what I was looking for, it starts to rain, so I have to repeat the procedure to find a jacket. But before I set foot on the damp path leading to University, I realise the sun has come out, meaning that the jacket I'm wearing will be far too thick. So I go back to the corner in the living room where my boxes are stacked, and look for a lighter top. Mission accomplished. And now the day officially begins. Walk to uni. Say hi to people in my lab. Be ignored. Try harder. Still being ignored. Give up and start doing something useful. Supervisor walks in and says she needs to meet in half an hour and could I please do this extra bit of work by then. Do the work. Half an hour later, meeting is postponed to lunch time. Tell friends to have lunch without me. Meanwhile I get something light from across campus. Come back in time for meeting. Told to wait for 5 minutes. An hour and a half later, see supervisor walking out. Apparently meeting was cancelled and the work wasn't so urgent.

Go back to desk, and do some more work. Have coffee. Check for any football that's on that evening. Pack stuff and go home to my hammock.

Highlight of the day: I have a suitcase full of Twistees. In cases of severe boredom, homelessness and other such conditions, eat Twistees as needed.

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