My office has an orange lobby, free drinks and a team of masseurs. It's been going on for hours and hours. I don't know how it feels to him, but it's sure as hell bugging the shit outta me. Stick me on your favourites list. Then you can tell when I've updated.
Nothing beats it.
By the end of the fourth year I'd moved on to more noble pursuits, like staying up all night in the computer lab, figuring out how to make a rollie with one hand and trying to drink the Pyschology Department cafe entirely dry of tea. Nearly managed it, too. They really did make the most satisfying cuppa. God help you all, that's what I say. It tastes vaguely like bubble gum mixed with llama piss and contains more caffiene than a turkish coffee factory.