I like that I haven't left my apartment today. I'm not going to either. Last Friday, I only left my bedroom twice, in order to excrete. I had considered just doing it out the window but, in a rare moment of clear thought, decided against it.

I taught a class yesterday - my students were so upset at the idea of not seeing me before the summer break that they picked me up beforehand and dropped me off afterwards. Pity my sense of self-worth was dulled by a nasty hangover from the previous night. Fecking Spaniards.

Hmm, what else? My housemate has appeared to have stepped into the nursey void left by Row's departure, dutifully keeping me supplied with cups of tea, the only thing I have still not figured out how to transport when blighted with these crutches. Well, all liquids, in fact. With the result that my plants, Bruno and Sidney, are slowly but surely dying of thirst.

Yep, it's going to be hard to re-adapt to real life. Not even sure I want to now.