Once more from the top...

I got a call from home today.

Talked to Mum and Dad and Elea. (It feels weird talking about them in the Third Person knowing that Elea reads this blog sometimes, and so does Dad.)

Dad filled me in on some details of when they get over here to the UK. Cheers.

Talked to Elea, which was cool. She told me about the stuff she is learning with Flash.

Mum told me about the cat being cute.

I think after the euphoric feeling I had last week has given way to a kind of melancholy, but I have felt worse before. I won't let this feeling grind me down.

I'm still reading the Elric book, and I read a big interview with Michael Moorcock yesterday. Interesting. In a magazine I read another interview by Grant Morrison. Talented writer, but I'm not entirely sure about his sanity.

Warren Ellis is still my favourite right now.

The net cafe is closing around me, and I have a juicy steak waiting to be fried and eaten at home.

After that I'm going to go out and have some low key, non-alcohol-poisoning fun.

I'm sorry I'm letting everyone down.

Over and out.

J