Loveless

So it's Valentine's day today....I hate this time of year. That kind of year when most guys look that much more miserable than normal and their girlfriend is that much more smug. Ugh...I have the awful bad luck of living in a flat where out of five of us only two are single; needless to say I returned home to Leona Lewis and an empty kitchen.


I finally got my stitches out - went to the doctors with Pru after the lesson. The nurse looked at me gone out when I asked if I could keep them, but hey, who knows...the way my memory's going I might need them as evidence.


After the email I got from Shareem, I was extremely doubtful as to the existence of my second class, but went anyway. I went half an hour early last time and still managed to miss it by a landslide. I was standing in the corridor for a good fifteen minutes and actually turned to leave, changing my mind pretty rapidly when I spotted my teacher further up the corridor. I think I may have frightened the poor woman, running up to her the way I did, blurting out, 'Still on?' - she's rather petite after all.