Back at uni...

It feels very strange to be back here; I had not realised how familiar it had got (if that makes sense, which it probably doesn't). I have unpacked my tons of luggage and my desk is very neat. I feel virtuous.
I have not done any work today. And probably won't do any now seeing as it's the evening when I work very badly.
I want to be able to write! *pokes brain*
Still, I don't feel panicky and suicidal any more... more like... tired and resigned. And not looking forward to lectures beginning.