h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

A day of distinctly different parts. At 7pm today I had to tidy a room that belonged to a guy from my Society who died in a car-crash over the week-end. This was a very wierd experience. All his stuff was just as he'd left it before leaving for the week-end. His dirty socks were in one corner, his shirts over the back of his chair and his beaten-up straw hat-thing on his table. It was as if he was just about to come back. Very wierd. It gave me horrible feelings of what it would be like to have had to have tidied my brother's room if he hadn't survived his accident 18 months ago. Not nice at all.

Then I worked the bar for a party that we ran in the Society for DUCK week (like RAG week but called DUCK). It didn't work out that well. The party started at 8pm. Between 8pm and 10pm, on average, there were 2 people in the hall. Me and the DJ. I sold 6 drinks in the first 2 hours. People started arriving at 10pm and the place improved. Afterwards though, the DUCK reps were supposed to tidy up. Did they? No. Not a single one turned up. It ended up with me and a couple of others having to tidy the whole place up and put all the tables back.

It's 2:55 and I'm all wide awake. Damn. And I'm hungry. Double damn. Time to bed down in the library I think.