This Easter vacation has proved enjoyable: got some studying done; tied up various loose ends; relaxed; and read a little. Mission accomplished. I am content.

My mummy just had a tantrum! Clutching some freshly washed clothes, she just kicked my shoes along the corridor with the most petulant look on her face!

Watched the first two episodes of The Wire today, and I fully agree with the BRITISH public: it is up there with The West Wing! Which is very high. They even used the walk-and-talk style a little. :D Very good.

So i went to help a girlfriend of mine with her work.
Walking in the meditative fashion--regular plodding, aware, but letting the rythm urge some cerebral turning--I concluded that with all this help I'm giving, I need some help myself. Got near none of quality though. Tabancarish.

And the Head Prefect thing is getting under my skin.

Since when has something gotten under my skin?


Emotional breakdown on the horizon?