better

It was hormones. Mostly.
But inklings still remain - of inadequacy, of not feeling appreciated...
God just let these next few weeks be over, thesis sent off, and then I'm going to treat myself to three days of solitude somewhere in the backwaters of this strange little country.
Today - a new library, lunch with B at a little socialist type foody bar, and then writing. And it's going reasonably well.
I want to have more proper quality time to spend, not just hours and hours sat in front of our computers, together apart.

Have I mentioned how far away home feels?