Ladies and gentlemen... the time has come for the finale...

It is February the 21st, and according to the accursed calendar that means tomorrow is the first day back at university. Oh holiday, how you seem to flee from my sight... a pox on thee!! You made me love you, and now you leave me so broken-hearted!

Admittedly, I think I have been going a little stir-crazy since christmas. I think it will be good to get back to some sense of chronographical normalcy (pulled out of my arse there...) and seeing fresh faces again will be a huge morale booster. For me, that is.

What saddens me though will be the loss of roaming freedom. I seemed to have it in spades for a while there, and now it seems as if it will be stripped from me tomorrow. Making myself into a sad panda. Poor sad panda. I think this weekend will have to contain some sort of random exploring, summed with some creativity of some kind. In other words, I will have to do SOMETHING. I don't care what. As long as I am not sitting on my arse in my own house.

Speaking of sitting on ones own arse, my pre-ordered copy of Final Fantasy XII has arrived and is ready for me to pick up. Incase you were at all unsure, you can now confirm my level of geek-hood. I have been waiting for the next installment of this series to be released ever since the dissapointment of X-2 and the stoopid-head idea of releasing XI only as an online game. Stupid internet. You always wreck everything. Now I just have to figure out where to pull $90 from. That will be interesting.

Speaking of cash, adn lack of it, I think I need petrol money for tomorrow. Boo. I bet there will be more texts to purchase too... evil textbooks...

So now to the end of my time deferral. I think tomorrow afternoon I am going to need a really, really stiff drink or ten. If anyone's up for it, I'll be at Dooley's after 3.



Sincerely, your drunken pal, Adz.