it's thursday, the day i come home disgruntled and tearful and exhausted and immediately crawl into bed with night watch and not get out again till noon the next. i crawled into bed with night watch but for once even the magnificent vimes could not provide solace and escape. dropped off for a while and woke up ruing missing dinner. dropped off again and at one in the morning i am woken by von sending me mock-despairing emails every five minutes about his stalled thesis. i tell him he will be wagging his tail all over the place when it is done, but he refuses to believe me, or at least pretends not to. how depressing this isn't singapore; we could go for supper now at an all-night prata shop and he can clear his mind and i can get something to eat. and then to put myself out of misery it was pill and coma for me.