I’m back at university. If I had started this blog entry a couple of hours ago it would have been rather miserable. I’m not sure why, but I’ve been on something of a downer all day. I love my parents dearly, and we’ve been rowing; it always disturbs me. I hate it. Yet the sun is now shining, and I know that the only thing more constant than the earth’s rotation round it’s nearest star is my parents love for me. How else could they put up with all the crap I put them through. They worry – not without basis – about my future, and they are concerned that I am lazy. But they forget that us crips can be a stubborn lot, and I can be quite the ass when I want to. I will succeed, and I feel guilty about making them worry. As the sun lights my rooom, though, and as the evenings draw out, I think about all the other summer evenings that I’ve sat here, and the sucesses of those days, and I think to mbyself that everything is possible.