Entered on 15 October 2002 at 9:26 a.m..
Freedom
After passing my driving test, I feel like I have my freedom back. If I want to go somewhere, I can go whenever I wish. Provided that I take into account British opening hours.
Not much else to say. The weather has turned nasty here. Cold, rainy, cloudy. Now when I say cloudy, I mean pea-soup cloudy. I feel like I'm an extra in "Lord of the Rings" some days. Seems like some set crew is doing it's darndest to keep the place spooky and inhospitable.
As if that wasn't laughable enough this morning the evacuation simulator is actually going to be creating more fake smoke in the process of carrying out a smoke test.