it's coming to five in the morning, i'm still trying to finish reading theory for garber's class and getting rather emotional about it all and bubbling with ideas but too tired to write about them in detail. su-lin (who withholds hanutas from me) has just baked two yoghurt-chocolate-banana cake and has gone off to shower, and von is correcting my unpardonable spelling and pretending a knowledge of old english poetry. i have a kettle on the boil for tea, and i am quite hungry. i feel very much that what i would like is hainanese curry rice and thinly-cut porkchops and stewed cabbage with hei bee and tunghoon. i remember too, that i have had neither breakfast or lunch, only a small sushi dinner with darryl at seven. bear and ponder are curled up together on the far side of the bed, robert dudley is being cuddled, and i'm listening to the soundtrack from spellbound, rozsa's music at once romantic and passionate and charged and eeyrie and i want to be in love but of course what i should want is to be going to sleep and i shall.

oh but here are some (abbreviated) clips from it. i do go to bed now.