yesterday i got all teary and homesick and sorry for myself and hating the department and feeling very stupid and neurotic and morbid and insecure and spent a lot of time curled up. it was three in the afternoon so i couldn't call anyone in singapore and von is in california and his phone appeared to be turned off.

in the immortal words of bluebottle: eeh! i don't like this game. can we go home please my capitain?