Ever had one of those surreal-ish, bizarre days?
I woke up this morning with a plan to go in to the Maths Library at uni (for the first time ever) and track down a few books before lunch with friends.
First, just off the bus, an old friend from Ballarat managed to recognize me from behind, just due to the way I walk. Then, in the maths building, I managed to run into three separate friendship groups within a few minutes of each other.
Along the way, I wound up having some interesting (if random) conversations about algebraic geometry and engineering; during this time, my house was apparently being cleaned in my absence.
Now I’m wandering around what used to be the Spencer St DFO (apparently it changed its name?) carrying borrowed books on 3-manifolds while my friend and girlfriend shoe shop. Additionally, I’ve discovered that as of tonight my house will be brewing its own beer…
…does anybody know what happened to the nice, normal day I had planned?