Look! Internet! Flatrate!

After a whole week of waiting (and catching up with my flist on my dial-up because studying would have been the sensible thing to do and I didn't feel like being sensible) I've now got a working w-lan modem, a cable internet connection and - best of all - no limit on time or transfer volume.
The fact that this calms my nerves and stops my hands from shaking should not be seen as an indication that I'm addicted. No, not at all.

Since I'm now free to babble as often as I want, I'll start with a long entry about my last week in Scotland.
( So what *did* I do during my last week in Scotland? )

Since then I drove back to Leipzig and spent the week not even *doing* work a trained monkey can do, but *watching and being told* about this work. And determinedly not studying - which will have to change about now.