Always keen to try a new fad (a bit like Madonna's attitude to religion. All of them), I thought I'd have a worthy stab at taking over Im's blog.

When she vanished leaving behind strict instructions pinned to my laptop with blu tac and bits of other Post-it notes, I found the prospect thoroughly daunting and imagination and general mental capactity were far from forthcoming- think that point when you've been awake for over 35 hours and you feel fine, but then you try to apply reasoned logic to something (trust me, I'm a Philosophy student) you go into meltdown.
But now anyway I've had a fair few weeks to recover from recent exams (a cruel cruel practice) and from the shock of having been left in charge. The responsibility! And I know her password, oh yes.

I shouldn't abuse that, really.

Anyway, I haven't felt like this in ages - this particular brand of exhaustion, my mind still whizzing like the pages of a thesaurus, making the keyboard an extension of myself where my hands know the keys before I can even think of which ones to press, images sharpened by habit to a crystal clarity within my head.

I've missed it, that's all.

Now, if I could just stop the bits of tv shocker 'The L Word' from drifting from lesbian housemates' room and invading my thought process things would be wonderful.

Toby x x x