Not gone yet.

I am not giving up on this blog after three posts. To do so would speak terrible things about my potential for commitment.

Anyway, I can't sleep and I'm iron deficient. Funny thing is, I feel--good. Relatively. Absolutely. Yesterday was an impressive feat of endurance: in the city from about 9am to 11pm, and I did not fall asleep on the train home. I conversed and laughed and socialised on four hours' sleep. Mel's housewarming was a lovely reunion. Tanya told me all about her Nigerian boyfriend (note to self: long distance relationships are difficult). We played poker (note to self: buy poker set ASAP). And the apartment (shared with Natalie) is so, so hot! Not sweaty hot. The other kind. It's like an artsy loft. I wish I moved in with her. The city views, the nightlife...ahh. I have to visit some days after uni (:

Came home, read several scenes of 'A Woman of No Importance' and laughed myself to sleep. Dragged myself up for tuition at 9am, blundered through a series of probability questions and made multiple excuses for not knowing the answers. Second student didn't turn up. Blog is turning into a dry, tedious list of my daily activities, noooooo.

So many things to do. BSF homework. Buy a watch. Fix my glasses (have fallen asleep on them too many times). Read up on the visual pathway, woohoo. See my GP about this whole lack of iron and haemoglobin fiasco. And tonight I'm going to watch a play at Monash: Sweeney Todd.

Sometimes I feel like I only live in the same place as my family; I don't see them nearly as much as I would love to.