There is something subtly depressing about the four walls (3.25) of my cubicle. Being in here isn't the most pleasant experience I've ever had. It's aided by the fact that I don't like to throw away food, and the fact that there is nothing covering the gray wall. Not to mention that there is a sausage roll (3/4 eaten and almost a week old) in the corner, an empty coke can and a bunch of random papers.
Everything is so gray...

Jake happens to be my background du jour, and even though I spend most of my time with my desktop covered...when I DO see it, he makes me smile.

I'm sort of hovering between a good mood and a sad mood right now. I'm not sure WHY, other than the fact that I'm really tired today. which i shouldn't be, in all honestly. I went to bed early. Ish.
But no. I am so looking forward to coming home. I have been dreaming (literally) about sleeping in my own bed for the last two weeks. I can't wait to kick back, relax and just be me again. I don't know what it is, but I just haven't been able to really REALLY relax since i left home four months ago.

I also had a dream about someone from high school, but let's not go there.

I also find myself frustrated at people back home.

Ligwa, you're a wicked woman for sending me that postcard.

Reading through my last few posts...I realize how boring they are. But oh well. You'd think I'd have something exciting to say about AFrica--- but I'm just tired. I'm ready to come home.

Ten days. : )