(diaryland) November 04, 2014 - 3:12 p.m.

Worst Melbourne Cup Ever.

Didn't sleep much, because I handed in the first half of my thesis yesterday, and I hate it.

Worked. The city was deserted.

Watched the last twenty seconds of the race on a tv outside Southern Cross betting shop. So much glare was bouncing off the tv my eyes hurt.

I'm on the train now. It's going to be a long journey before I'm reunited with my car.