I slept through my alarm on my first day of class. I had been up late, first because I was watching I Date Rejects on TVNZ on demand. But then because I had some seriously bad reflux - I want to blame the new meds I had just started but realistically it is just my trash body being an arse.
So I got up late, had my porridge and headed in to uni just in time for class. I got there sweaty and gross from having to hustle to get there on time.
I sat down and got out my exercise book and pencil in a room full of children with laptops. And I was surprised by the fact there were more than a dozen guys in the class. I think the gender ratio in what was called Women's Studies not that long ago isn't far off that of Pharmacy School when I did it. Though unlike in Pharmacy School, the boys in GEND101 were spread out and not all hiding in a clump at the back.
Then lunch with Greer and her tiniest spawn at the Japanese place on Frederick Street. It was very nice. I haven't been there in ages and had forgotten how much I like their food.
Then group, which had a significantly lower turn out for session six than the first five. Not sure if stuff was happening or if it was just that the usual people dropping out at the start thing had been delayed a few weeks.
Weirdly I felt much more comfortable talking without the only person I don't find annoying in the group being there. May be a sign I have a bit of thing for him, which is not useful or wanted. Thanks, stupid brain.
Walk home afterwards and I smacked into a building on Princes Street as I was too zoned out and lost my balance. Too in my head to even walk on a footpath.
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