So...um...

It's 00.36 now, and I have to get up and teach, in a very short while. Well, it seems like it. I'm all alone in the staffroom, in a deserted building. Ok, now I've sufficiently freaked myself out...there's a haunted room upstairs and everything. Fuck. Now imagining someone finding my laptop and these being the last words found on it...horribly interuppted................Argh. Ok, anyway, I first went to bed a couple of hours ago. Everyone here has gone slightly insane -we're hitting the 5th week of the groundhog day experience that is summer school. Waking, planning, eating, teaching, planning, sleeping, eating, planning, planning, sleeping, with little of distraction or interest. I've started jumping around and giggling hysterically as some kind of distraction, and have taken to checking facebook abnormal amounts of times - that's where my photos are going at the moment - merely because it's a lot faster indeed. So anyway, this evening was nice; spent in the company of music, balcony, cushions, wine and candles, Gaia and Harry, who I happily waved into the sunset...only to be rung a short time later to let Gaia in again. They've split up. Very succinctly. And suprisingly. So me and Gaia came here to find vodka, but actually we gave up on that idea. Probably a good idea. She's gone to bed, and I'm now here in sweet isolation, an unusual state of being at the moment. So, how are all you guys? I'm missing London a lot. I miss having lots of places to go, in a short tube ride, even if most of last year, I stayed at home and drank tea. I had a moment the other day, when I played 'Who's got the crack', and the jangly guitar, and croaky voice reminded me that Spanna should be joining in, while Jen rolled cigarettes, Chloe cooked eggs and everybody else wondered in and out of the kitchen, fighting over chairs and magazines - Nat borrowing utensils, LH Adam pottering about in stripes, Pat off out somewhere more important, Alex being let in, Matt doing Sudoku, Ego and Sarah bickering over who's going to cook what. You see, now I'm doing reminising in advance, for September, and it's all very silly. Carry on the summer. September is my holiday - well, a holiday in London, with lots of boring things to do, but no getting up for work. Hurrah. Can't wait to be a student and keep silly hours and watch Neighbours with religious fervour. I'm trying to do the book, I really am, but it requires periods of thought to develop ideas...and longer periods to write and re-write. Love you. Get drunk this weekend, and send me texts. I promise to do the same. Oh, and post you fuckers.