I miss my first year. When there were more afternoons like the one I passed yesterday. Retail therapy with J^e of the cheap-book-buying, KFC-munching, Lincraft-raiding, Supabarn-terrorising persuasion. Coffee from Laos later, in Cafe B^k (being patronised while Cafe J^e is out of commission due to guerilla activity of the Sentient Mess variety). Gossip in quantity, if maybe not in quality, and chocolate in both.

It's just a shame that I needed those six hours in order to study. Life has contracted to a ten-day period. When it ends, it will be like emerging, blinking, into the light. I will not know what to make of it all.