He then discovers how to use those little black boxes he's so scared of (xterms), well a little any way, sends an email, checks a few web pages, and wanders off again.
A couple of minutes later he comes back, curseing his clock. He thought it was 8.30, it was 7.30 when he came into my room. Admittedly I'd been awake for far too long already. Matt doesn't like 7 in the morning, *evil grin*.