At the moment it's 05:35 am and I am currently in Heathrow airport, where I have been since around 00:00. I am flying home for christmas and I decided not to sleep whilst in the airport out of fear of my own sleeping habits. This means I spent app. 5½ hours here, where half of it I couldn't get wifi (the horror). So I spent 3 hours writing on my story "Horus", since it's the only story I'm proud of at the moment, and holy man... I don't know if it's the caffeine or the tiredness, but the story has turned out 5 times more sad than I thought it would become....

I should sleep.... but no! I am pulling through the last hour before my flight leaves