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The dissertation is more or less through and I am trying to figure out what to do with the next ten days. Any suggestions?

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  1. Wonder Jens20 August, 2007 11:38

    You leave in 10 days?

    You could play video games...

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  2. Unknown20 August, 2007 13:17

    I don't have video games. And I wouldn't know how to play them if I did. I don't have that kind of coordination. You know, to remember which buttons do what. :)

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  3. Lil_Flip21 August, 2007 19:21

    Go to Paris!! Do you have enough money to do that? Could you do a Lake District tour? Fart around dead authors' old homes, etc.?
    Climb Arthur's seat!
    Climb the Scott memorial!
    Climb the whatever else we were going to climb and didn't!
    Come home early! No, wait... go to Paris. :-)

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  4. Unknown23 August, 2007 18:12

    sadly, paris is not an option. the tickets are ridiculously expensive because i did not plan in advance. fool! ...(that wee outburst was for me)

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