Avryl LaVigne – complicated has just started to play on my mp3 player, instantly taking me back to new York, and breakfast with mark and Luke. This morning, despite a pair of sore knees, I feel better than I have in a couple of days. Of course, this is entirely due to last night, and the match wherein Liverpool made the comeback of all time! I was watching it in the bar: at half time, I naturally thought it was all over, but obviously the fat lady didn’t feel like singing.

I was thinking about not going last night – in the swell of the disco, I had very little chance of communicating with anyone sans lightwriter, but I decided to go as it was the last disco, and I felt like getting blotto. I felt lazy, so I stayed in my chair all evening, except when Liverpool scored that third glorious goal. When I simply had to get up and dance! My dance – a weird, spastic twirl – went well the first time but at the end of the evening, after another pint or two, I tried it again, fell, and promptly cracked my knees. Luckily, I was surrounded by friends, who helped me back into my chair.

Its funny, even without the means to communicate, my friends – just about everyone on campus – still seem to adore me. They seem to think I’m clever, probably due to the hawking “Crippled genius” effect. Either way, I am truly happy, hurt knees or not.

Two nights ago, I was feeling down. Quite desperate in fact. Lying In bed on Tuesday night, some words came to me, a half remembered song: “When you walk, through the storm, hold your head up high, and don’t be afraid f the dark.”

An omen?