Hello Friends.
This week I've been studying far too hard and torturing myself for no reason at all. I sit in the kitchen every night reading academic texts. And I can sit there for hours and just study and study, forgetting all about dinner. The shortest session this week was three hours. The longest was five hours, from 7pm to 12am. I don't know why I do this to myself. I honestly need to get a life.

The night before, the boiler in out flat broke down. There was no hot water the whole of yesterday and today. They've only just fixed it an hour ago. When I turned on the tap and it was hot, I felt like singing and dancing and proclaiming the good news. When there was no hot water, I boiled water in the kettle and poured it in the sink and used a cup to scoop the water for my "shower". Just like I did when I was a little kid.

I was having fun with the camera today, I decided to put my pathological hatred of being photographed aside and took some photos of myself. In case you don't know, photos of me are really hard to come by. So these are rare gems. All those of you whose hearts are torn apart by my absence and can't sleep at night because you miss me so much, feel free to add these photos to your collection. Hee hee.

On the other hand, psycho maniacs should be warned that I have absolutely no problem stabbing you, strangling you, raping your dead body and dumping it on the railway tracks. I may appear rather sweet and nice but that is only because the pictures don't show neither the illegally acquired surgical scalpel set hidden under the bed nor the quivering wreck of a blond rugby player chained up under the bathroom sink.


Me and my characteristic smirk. You can see a bit of my bookshelf in the background.



A very artistic shot. Light reflects off my deathly pale skin. It's so artistic it doesn't even look like me. You can't find photography of this quality just anywhere you know.