Two days and counting...

It is two a.m. and I am waiting for the CORS website to login and check on my modules - the perils of working from a different time zone. I am quite sleepy and tired as I have been packing, unpacking, repacking, tossing things...good God, I have bought quite a lot of shoes in 11 months.

I am trying my damnest not to think of the impending separation from Nazir. Ok, I may seem blase sometimes, and not given to public declarations of love. Sigh. Silly me. It's only two months, innit? But two months is quite a long time, especially when one has spent every waking and non-waking second with a fella.

I remember crying at Mauritius (ooh, secret's out) because I missed my mother so much. It was the first time I had ever been away from home. Given the lack of attention I pay my mother when at home, it is surprising that I cried so much. It was my bloody honeymoon too! I guess one can never know when emotions will hit.

Double sigh.

The only good news of the week: I got four of my modules and am waiting for the final one. :D