I read on the toilet, btw...

This Honors thing is hard business, let me tell you. If I worked this much on an actual paying job, I would be violating so many Union policies. I'm there for 15 hour days, there on weekends, and my sanity resides there in a jar of contaminated formaldehyde on a high, wobbly shelf.

Anyhow, I have this constant headache, due perhaps to an overflow of stress and am feeling real miserable. I'm even sad to say that Stalker From London gets to hear less from me as my time becomes more and more constrained... and when we do talk we both sound so sad. I'm just so sorry to him. I don't mean to prioritize... I'm not good at organizational stuff like that anyway... so SFL in not on the bottom of any list. And I hope he understands.

Otherwise, I did get home yesterday to visit Mum. I don't mean to visit her long, but she pulls out all these tricks to make me stay up until it is so late that I'm better off staying over than driving back home. She made me steak with mash. I know you can't imagine or even comprehend... but it was THE BESTEST FLAVOR YOU COULD HAVE EVER HAD! Mmm... the sauce ... the tenderness ... droooool ... hard to believe I even speak of food here ... :)

Then she brought out the cakes ... swirly vanilla with swirls of chocolate and white icing ... a gooey, chocolate mousse-filled muffin-shaped thing ... mmmm...

And then on came the Collateral DVD.

"I'll watch a few minutes, but I've really gotta go," I'll reason with her. But then I get caught up in the plot, and end up staying awake until 3am. That mum of mine. Grrr! Whenever I go there, two days of energy is consumed, and I am left with a droopy head and a full bowel.

Well worth the trip.

William John.