Spring-time fever

Spring arrived in Glasgow

together

with

all these 'wee' colds and flues

bacteria all over campus, shared in true communist spirit

between students and professors alike.

Thus, I have gone from one essay to another,

while moving from one fever to another.

Lovely days. But at least it's spring.

And at least I got my hair cut in between fevers. I tried to document the result, but I guess it's barely visible - which was the sort of the point also so, I'm happy! The idea was to just freshen it up a little, and get rid of the damaged parts so that brushing it would be less of an issue - success!

Now, it's time for me to sleep and nurse my cold so that I can get up and work efficiently tomorrow.

Ciao!