Right, so I’m back ‘home’ indeed. Came back to Eastleigh last night to pick up some letters from my mum’s and what did I end up doing? Leaving them at her house. I’m an idiot, I know, you don’t have to tell me. So I came to nan’s ’cause she’s got a bed all set up for me. My bedroom has been set up again, but not nearly the way I remember it. Oh em gee, like, none of the stuff is there and the bed is not sitting next to the damn window. It was a chilly night.
It’s weird, I’ve been going to bed quite late recently and coming back here means I can’t stay up past midnight. This ultimatley led me to waking up at 6am and restlessly making my way downstairs to steal some more time on the computer (IE: Now.) Ironic, really, because I logged on and saw people I usually talk to, who hadn’t gone to bed yet. Yes, if I was in a dual reality I’d probably have seen myself, but I’m not Dr Who. Or a clone. I think my clone is off somewhere, growing a goatee and generally being evil.
I’ll probably run off for a shower in a while and later? Well, who knows? I was hoping to catch a film but I might just go back to Bournemouth.