The city is humming, the country is cold. But you give me something, something like hope.

Wow, it's been a traumatic few days.  Quite the emotional rollercoaster.  To illustrate this point I will just say that I am crying a little bit into my cup of tea as I watch the Chilean miner rolling news - pretty amazing.

I had a lovely relaxing, yet productive weekend.  On Saturday I just sat and read... for hours and hours, from about 11 until 5/6ish, with very minimal breaks.  The rest of the time I just hung out in the apartment and went for a couple of walks in the neighbourhood.  I was trying to be at one with my Chi, and get to know the real me.  Sunday was more of the same, formulating ideas for my autumn semester essays and just CHILLING OUT. Very theraputic.

I've been in a terrible mood the last few days and as anyone who has ever lived with me will testify, it is not fun to be with Katy when I get like that.  Anyway I think I am coming out of my funk now so feeling better.
I've just been going to my classes, going to the library at ungodly hours (I was sitting in a computer room at 8.30am on Monday morning), and taking unplanned naps.  Of course I am still cycling everywhere, and loving it.  Last night had a drink and dinner with Matt who just got back from France, which was lovely.

And this post is so jumbled up I might come back and organise my thoughts in an understandable way at a later time. Or not.

Oh my gosh!!! I almost forgot.  I had the freakiest nightmare in the world on Saturday night.  In the evening I had seen the trailer for this film called CASE 39 (you should all take a look) and my imagination ran wild, as it does.  Woke up at half 3 sweating and gasping, it was horrendous.  Had to go outside the apartment for a glass of water and the loo and I swear to God I saw the little girl from the film in the hallway.  This is probably the most scared I have ever been, and this is why I do not watch horror films.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLVkljuBdnE&feature=related