Homesickness hit yesterday. Ouch! I went to sit in the common kitchen because the light was brighter and less depressing and also because there would be people coming and going that I could talk to. I found out that I am the youngest person on the floor. Everyone else is over 20. Damn! An Iranian guy showed me some card tricks to cheer me up. Quite funny reallly, I'll show you when I get back. He also advised me to go out and explore to beat the homesickness.

Today, I packed a little bag, locked up my room and started to walk home. I walked and walked and walked for many, many miles. Then, suddenly, I realised that I had reached the sea. The weather was too cold for swimming so I turned back and walked back to my room. I talked to my blue bear-bear and he was homesick too. I talked to my geranium. It wasn't homesick because it had grown up in this place so I put it out on the cold window ledge since it liked the cloudy, wet weather so much.

Then, I went out and joined the caving and potholing club. I just want to die in a cold, dark place.

Btw, boon just wrote a very good short story thing on her blog featuring Pooh and piglet. It is a work of art. I don't think she realises that it is very good. Good structure, suspense and surprise. She probably thinks it's a bit of random rubbish but I think it's a masterpiece. I'm not going to copy it here so go to her blog and read for yourself. Fishbones.blogspot.com