  I've been feeling very weird all day. Psychology only lasted 20 minutes and then it was over so I went to the common room but the only people in there were not really people I would choose to speak to so I remained in there for a bit and got bored... so I wandered off. I found myself in the Music department and played on every single piano in there except the grand piano in the big room at the bottom, and I decided I liked the room over there the nicest so I went in there and played all the songs I could remember how to play and sang along to all the songs I knew the words too as well as I could which unfortunately is shockingly bad.
I'm going to see Stereophonics on Saturday which is gonna be fun, to tell the truth I'm more looking forward to spending the night with Munch of course it's going to make me unable to sleep for the next few days as I will feel as though there's something missing... which is the reason I'm so tired on Mondays cos I spend most Sundays in your bed and hence miss you when I'm trying to get to sleep.
I realise that I was traumatising you by being somewhat weird, and you kept asking why, and the truth is that I don't really know exactly whats wrong I just feel like a carton of juice... yes running that through my head it doesn't sound any better than drained by a hoover... so I will say I feel like... A car that's run out of petrol, I suppose that could be twisted as well but not as badly so I'll leave it at that. I'm listening to the Beatles because I really don't know what to listen to, I'm thinking Queen but I get the feeling I'll just start switching from song to song not really content with which ever I'm listening to.
I'll listen to Let it Be cos it soothes me... like your voice, a balm. I feel like hugging but I've nobody to hug at the moment which leaves me feeling a bit morose. Thank you for loving me, it means so much more than you could possibly imagine. 
