Sort of gloom

This morning, Lee showed off the things he and Pete got last night from a demolished building near the Vicarage, and I was reticent, going out to campus with scarcely a word in goodbye, and going over to Stu and Gareth’s, where I'm spending the night.

Barry, Ade and Jason had a jam downstairs in the garage for part of the evening, while John Turney talked with Lindsey in the kitchen, went to the pub with her, back to the kitchen and then either off home or to her room—I couldn’t tell which and firmly crushed all inner speculation.

I missed yet another tutorial for Confllct and Consensus this morning too, my second . . .. Instead I sat in the library basement in a sort of gloom, waiting to see people I knew.