*Cringe* Oh, I know all about 8am lectures...although it's mostly the waiting for the train at 7am that gets me. This morning it was literally biting cold; the windward side of me I'm sure has suffered some kind of frostbite. If only I was fully in the lee of my own body...an impossibility, of course, but I can always dream and do my own head in trying to figure out how that would be phyiscally possible.

Liked the poem, by the way. I remember in 7th form I actually had a semi-conversation with someone purely by writing messages on the desk and reading their reply the next day. 'Twas fun.