"Do you think she's deeply and significantly talented?"

Spoken with the careful, drunk, enunciation of Audrey in Breakfast at Tiffany's. Sunglasses down the nose and an eyebrow-raising: "Oh my Goodness!" It's been going through my head. Who knows why. I think my abuse of sleep is catching up with me. It's my favourite line from that movie. J^e likes the part about the toy boys forming a union. B^k just loves the movie. I didn't think it was anything really that hugely special. Culturally important, sort of. Maybe.

My body has the worst timing. I will not elaborate on this point.

Time is running out. I can't shake this feeling. Five days until I go home, and things are still everywhere. Literally. My room looks like my life exploded inside it, and I have to have it packed up before I leave. Intellectually, too, because I just haven't got my mind in any fit state to take it back to my parents.

Things will work out. They always do. One day they won't, and I am just going to laugh, and laugh, and laugh. My associates will think it is a mental breakdown, and maybe, just maybe, they will be right.

(I am not as unhinged, depressed or delusional as you may think.)