Pulling myself together
After an absolutely horribe morning and early afternoon with a mood to kill anyone only thinking of coming near me, I had a long-ish ICQ convo with FL which, despite not really being on-topic, helped to right some wrongs in my head.
I'm not happy - far from it, actually - but I feel prepared enough to endure another evening of madness in the company of both her and SB; and I feel prepared for the coming week of uni, including badly-needed revision of the more recent vocabulary (read: that of the past week).

I'm thinking of a trip to Brussels some time in the next 2-3 weeks, maybe one to Maastricht as well.
The heating system's working again. I cleaned my room up a bit, lit some candles, and I'm still listening to David Gray, Portishead and Massive Attack. A large pot of hot tea awaits to please me, and I had some food today, although it wasn't as much as I should've had I guess. I'm feeling a bit more in balance again.

And I'm fully alert. So bring it on, Murphy, this is your chance for a good fight!