So, it's wednesday. The middle of the week. Where on earth have the past few days gone? In between trying to get well and trying to do some studying, my mate Matt turned up. He took a break from crab fishing off the Isle of Mull and came to visit us and remind us why the friends you make are worth holding onto. Just a bit of background info: Matt,along with Alasdair,Aidan, Bec and myself were all in the same hall in my 1st year of uni. The 5 of us hung out everyday in his room, spinning on the decks, looking at his lava lamp and holding our weekly mini parties in his room, among the many many things we got up to there. To cut a long story short, Matt left uni last year and since then I've only seen him once (NYE..he was trashed as was i, conversation was hard)....so,he turns up the other day and within half an hr of sitting in my living room, he convinces a bunch of us to hit the pubs. The past 2 days have been a bit of a drunken mess again but this time,I don't feel guilty. He's going off tomorrow and I don't know when I'm next going to see him. He is easily one of my favourite people with his easy-going disposition and ever-ready smile. So,if the next post comes from a very hungover Tim, dinnae be surprised. I'm so glad he showed up. Random acts like these always make me happy! Here's to Matt, my fisherman friend and good mate. *chinchin*