when i'm running out of available characters left, i tend to type quickly, thinking that i use fewer characters that way. my mother told me to clear my table, and now everything is on my floor. i am leaving for phuket on tuesday, but as much as i'm looking forward to the retreat, my mind is preoccupied with what i did last summer, favourite books, why XX university, etc. christmas was not particularly christmassy this year, partially cos my late night rendevous with the girls resulted in my oversleeping and missing christmas service. i did however, receive Tristan, which rather surprised me because i don't usually get anything unless i ask repeatedly for it, like how i used to ask for a dog when i was a kid, only i've learnt the art of hinting discreetly. i intend to write another 300 words before i sleep, so say goodnight and go.
ps. AMANDA BOMBS SEEMS: WE NEED TO BUY INCUBUS TIX LIKE REAL SOON/ NOW.