Now that my patents are home, and no burglar is going to read this and infer that the Goodsell family house is empty, I can freely admit I’ve now been at uni for my longest stretch ever. Its been five or six weeks since I’ve been home, and that was just for one night, making it just one night at home since Christmas. I’m quite proud of myself. The boy who once cried at the prospect of staying one night in resi seems long gone.

Mind you, I did feel a few pangs of homesickness last week, but I think that was stress more than anything. My thesis is, by and large, going well: I think I have about 24000 out of 30000 words, so I need to get on with my conclusion. Thing is, I sit down to write and no conclusion comes. It’s frustrating. I’m also waiting for feedback on the last 6500 I did, which makes me nervous. Thus, having worked hard all term, I think I better let my thesis rest a bit. Given that it’s old boys this weekend, I’ll let my thesis rest till Monday, by which time I should have the feedback I need.

There’s something happening here this weekend and the one after. I’m looking forward to both old boys and my birthday bash. Yet I must admit I’m beginning to long for the simple life back at my parents.