That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I'm still here and, after a long yet hasty holiday, I have successfully achieved very little more than a good rest. I admit complacency and I know I will face the consequences soon enough when I am thrown back into the grips of academia (though these talons are from a different vulture). Not only am I preparing for a new stint of literature based trouble, but I have also got to face up to the brave new world that is independent single living. I'm out on my own in a wasteland of drunkards, strangers and, worse, intellectuals.
The change of scenery may do me good, or kill me. Probably both. Nevertheless, I find myself torn between absolute petrified apprehension and an inquisitive exhilaration.

In other news...I haven't written much either, though that is not to say that I don't have ideas to work with. The problem, of course, is that I cannot return to the daily grind as per say, as the entire grind is changing. Only once I have settled into a new regime of absolute chaos can I trust myself to commit to anything new, or continue with the old. I fear a mix of laziness and distraction would prevent any projects from really taking off before then.

It's all change and I need a note.

I promise to settle as soon as I can and hopefully find the opportunity to do something creative for you all to sneer at contemptuously. Until then, we must be patient

Oh, and amidst all that incoherent rambling, one may have recognised the fact that I must have received some form of result to be speaking of University. Simply, AAB.
Of course, in the competitive nature of secondary school league tables, they intend to try and sneak that B up to an A for me. Honestly, I can't say I care one way or other. I'm in, and that's all that counts as far as I'm concerned. These last two years are already slipping into the hazy memory of fond trivialities and forgotten knowledge.
If one truly cares to know, my total earning was AABBba* and 3 OU Passes.
It's all nonsense to me, too.

Fondness to all.