I start proper work tomorrow. I'm not at all excited about it. Rather, I'm pretty nervous - wondering if I'll be able to cut the mustard and survive until this time next year. Curiously enough, that's not the main thing that's bothering me right now. I called my ex today - a birthday call - or so I tell myself. I miss him a lot, especially at night... I basically delayed my flight home so that I wouldn't have time to think about him. And it's worked, up to a certain extent. It's a nasty thing, love is. I didn't intend to fall in love... not this year at least. Especially not this year, seeing as I knew the hurt would be the greatest if I did. And guess what? I fell.

Silly, stupid me.

Sleep calls.