`Virtual socializing' at the end of my day

What a rainy day in England. Sunday evening by now, and i am in the office. Last night, Saturday night, i was also in the office. Boring! you might shout. Yes, you are probably totally right, but i must say i quite like it !

I curiously observe the current transformation of the self into this boring, strange-type, weirdo social scientist. The one that is blunt to the beats dribbling over from the Top Bar parties on weekends evenings. Walking home with a backpack (books and the like ...), while drunk, smoking, shortly dressed BA students turn the campus into a catwalk slash flirt station. Me, in contrast, most casually dressed, with a pair of glasses, the internal digital literature reference file growing. The kind of species that can also be caught somewhere in-between the endless rows of library shelves. Though i admit, in that case it's the paternoster that has got me.

i start growing on the `social' scientist pun in here. i am obviously neither social, nor a scientist in the true sense(, as natural scientists--the true scientists--would argue). ergo, i am not what i pretend to be. and still, i quite like it !

Walking home now, back tomorrow. Cheers!