My bedroom has a lighted altar (I am catholic). I live on the ground floor. So, I nearly set fire to my room while trying to exterminate a cockroach. Hrm, a bit of an overkill. It feels like something is telling my mage to return to fire spec.

It is possible for me to live without my iPod for a month. It isn't nice, but it isn't totally evil either. Thus, I have proved to myself that I am not a battery powered teenager.

Econs tuition is a miracle that should be spread to the masses, more pimping to be done at a later date.

You know, despite all your sexiness, I feel more at ease chatting with you on the phone rather than being physically beside you. Though that is nice too. Awfully nice...

No, my paragraphs do not have the flowy thing I do that makes my entries organised, I spent 4 hours in the form of my mid year lit exam doing that today. So excuse my frazzled brain. But some things ought to be put down so that I show that I am alive, and before interesting stuff gets lost in my non-blogging moods.

Ok, off to sleep. Hols, warm weather and... other stuff are wreaking havoc on internal clock.