The Return Of The Ox

One last night.

I'm typing this in the stillness that is Bangi, and I can't help but feel a little excited about the prospect of finally coming home to sleep on my bed. Granted that there isn't much else to look forward to (a warm hug, ach, how DOES that feel again?) but coming home will be bliss.

It's been a riproaring ride, this week. There's been elements of high drama, betrayal, sheer brilliant stupidity, embarrassment, and a whole lot more. Too much to tell, actually. Who knew life in academia beats Knots Landing hands down?

Anyway. Civilisation looms, and I think I'll finally be able to drag my sorry arse out to meet people, once I've gotten the kinks out of my system.

Now to see if I have any readers left.