It's been a good few days now, since the big night I had in Glasgow. My frail head still feels sore. My brain, it is not functioing as it should be. I feel vaguely stupid and definitely lethargic. What is it that keeps me going? I am still in St Andrews. The weather is still shite. Everything is grey. Alasdair and I have come to the conclusion that the weather is not helping our delicate moods. We've been laughing alot but it doesn't seem to alleviate anything. I think I'll be fine by tomorrow. I'm well on my way to reaching the bottom of this seemingly endless downward spiral. And, when I touch down, I will smile, knowing that I'm back to normal. I can't even begin to fathom how tidying my room up managed to send me into a complete and utter rage. I almost threw half the contents of my room out onto the street, onto the heads of the men with their evil,relentless pneumatic drill that just doesn't cease. Tomorrow, the water supply is to be cut off from 9am till 6pm. How on earth I am going to get thru the afternoon/early evening without taking a shower is beyond me. I can't look that far ahead. I can't even think about what I'm going to do in half an hour. Such is the blankness that has wormed its way into my skull. All these words I'm typing, none of them look like they're spelt correctly. Thinking is such an effort. Why, oh Why do I put myself thru such torture? Why is it that a night of fun is equivalent to a week of pain?.......

Poem of the Day:

The Summoning Sea

I heard its call,
And I answered.
Summoned by the sea,
I walked to the castle to see what I could see.
The grey waves, crashing onto shore,
Into my brain, its message bore.
The anger of the ocean,
Arose in me feelings that lay dormant.
With my brain so fried,
I almost cried.
It took all I had to hold back from howling,
At the sea,
Asking it to rise up and take me.

Tim'05


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