From yesterday night.

13th December 2005, 11pm
Sitting on a train in the middle of the night, freezing cold outside, with your best mate spark out across three seats, listening to what sounds like “One Giant Leap” through his headphones, as you spontaneously make your way to London, all the time trying to mentally begin the writing of an amusing speech about how the Earth is flat… yup, we’re home.

Been back about 10 days, and oddly enough I’m feeling slight pangs for the relative placidity of Uni life compared to what I’m now experiencing. The morning after I got home I was up in time for a 9am interview half an hour’s drive away, and since then have been working 8.25 till 6.15, Monday, Tuesday, Friday and Saturday, in a mail order warehouse. And it’s manic. Blows my weekends too, as I now only have Sundays, and the break mid-week basically means most of the time I don’t have a clue what day it is.

But apart from that everything’s good - it’s nice to be back, though just for a month. Nice to sleep in a bed whose mattress wasn’t bought on a budget in a lot of a thousand, and isn’t battle-scarred by red wine, chocolate ice-cream and yoghurt.

Still waiting for the masses of free time to materialize, however - still haven’t submitted any photos to dA in the last I don’t know how many weeks, haven’t done any work on the assignment that needs to be finished before I go back, and haven’t done any Christmas shopping yet. Eek. But I have picked up my guitar again, have taken the odd photo, have got back in touch with old friends, and have started getting decent nights’ sleep.

It’s good to be back on the LAN side of my network too. Started pricing up a new Linux server; in the meantime I’ve moved the existing ones around so they make less noise, blown the dust out of their innards, and tidied up all the wiring in my room.

Also went to see Tommy Emmanuel play this evening, which was even more excellent than the first time. Highly recommended. Regrettably had to leave before the end (to get this train), but what we did see was pure class.

But enough. We’re now at some place called Sanderstead, which I’ve never even heard of, supposedly heading towards Victoria, the Santa Claus lookalike across the carriage is still peering at his mobile phone as one does a curious insect, and I still need to write this speech. Gawd.