it's done.i have survived.i am the man indeed.apart from that,still too shattered to actually write anything of literary value.the only reason i'm still awake is cos my bloody laundry is taking its time in the tumble dryer.
anyhow,poem for the day,written whilst sat in the library(last night),mugging and looking at girls simultaneously:

The Look

Why do you look at me so?
What sorts of reactions are you trying to inspire?
My face gives me away, no?
Is it because you caught me looking at you?

I can't help the fact that you're beautiful.

Tim'04