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I come back to York today. I've been in Surrey justlong enough for it to feel like home again, and I'm off. I have a case of clothes and a bag of presents (the opposite towhen I arrived). Really didn't sleep well, dreams including a girl with black hair and pale skin who didn't like me at first, but then did after talk of how periods suck, and we ended up cuddled up in a bed together, quite close because we had to make space for two blokes to get in as well (just to sleep, I hasten to add) and also a dream about an ape that soundedlike John Cleese.

It's soggy outside.

At some point there'll be some huge post about me and how I've changed as a person this year and how I'm looking forwards to the change the end of uni necessitates. And about my birthday. Except lots of posts about my birthday. Also, New Year's Resolutions.

Sleeeeeepy.