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I really must get all the stuff on my Psion sorted out.

Last night I cried myself to sleep. Thankfully I'm much happier now, although I'm getting a bit tired again despite having had 12 hours sleep and would rather not let myself get too tired again. My change in mood I can thank God for - church this morning helped immensely (before church this morning I was still getting worked up over every little thing and generally weepy, after I was a lot calmer, and I didn't cry in church! Maybe I've got over that for good... I certainly hope so).

I might have missed the enrollment date for Braintree College, so I might not be doing Law AS after all. I'm sure there was a time when I was okay at paperwork, maybe that was just my imagination.

I guess the journey back home is worthy of some comment. Half an hour into the train journey, Talia died on me. During the rest of the journey I ate far too many strawberries-and-cream Polos, and discovered that the people sitting next to me were psychologists on their way to a conference in London from Cardiff, and failed to read an essay about Behavioural Genetics one of them had left open opposite me becuase it was *just* too far away for reading properly (I could get words with some effort, but some of the sentance ends were obscured and it just wasn't quite worth the effort), and watched with interest as a guy and two small girls (presumably his daughters) walked up and down the train an awful lot, and observed a couple of teenage girls in the other seat I could clearly see, and listened to someone mess about with their mobile phone. And otherwise got bored. And toyed with the idea of writing out text messages on my phone and seeing how many characters I could store in the 'outgoing messages' folder before the phone complained, but decided this was not only pointless but might also annoy the other ppl on the train.

When I got to Paddington it seemed to take forever to get anywhere sensible carrying all my stuff, and then I'd just spotted some potential seats that were a bit hidden away for my liking when my phone rang. I took one of the seats to free up hands and attention to answer it - it was my mother calling from home, my dad had got caught up in traffic and was getting the train to London from Witham 'cos the traffic everywhere was so bad. Apparently she'd left a message on my phone's answerphone to call her back when I turned the phone on (she'd left it at just after the start of the journey when I hadn't turned the phone on yet), but the thing that was meant to tell me on my phone when I had messages wasn't working so I hadn't picked it up. Anyway, it meant more waiting around, and I suddenly remembered I could get more life out of batteries by warming them up, so I managed to get about ten minutes - quarter of an hour's more life out of Talia (in which I was putting context with the XF entries in my jotter file of comments I'd typed out quickly while there), then there wasn't too much more waiting around to do and there was some music around from the Body Shop I was sitting next to. Eventually my dad arrived (apparently his phone had decided not to work properly which is why he hadn't called me) and eventually we made it home (costing very nearly as much for the last bit of the journey as my ticket from Newport to London had).

Trains are pretty good really, it's just they're far too expensive.

Anyway, since then I've mainly read email, spodded and slept. Really must dust off aivas and sort out the stuff on Talia and post it soon.