Mood swings. So that's what they feel like. Just about bawling because someone sprayed a bit of beer at me. Granted, it was VB, but still... don't you think that's a bit of an overreaction, Dee?

Too tired to function in polite society. Or impolite society. Drained and at the end of my tether.

I had my first "Please, I have to get out of here" feeling this afternoon. A force so strong I just about turned and walked straight out of the college. Instead, I just sat still, stared into nothing, thought of people I could live with next year because I didn't want to live with people from college because that would still be too much of a connection to this place.

Coming down off the mood swing, I laughed as I wondered if Shauny would take me in if I showed up on her doorstep and made puppy-dog eyes.

And then laughed even more at the thoughts of nicking off with the bar takings from last night and showing up on Megsy's doorstep.

So I'm back to normal now. But there's still lingering traces of my slip in the back of my brain, pondering whether getting the hell out of Dodge might not be a nice, fluffy idea.