I am in the net cafe for the second time today. I can't stay away. I hate not having the internet. Oh noes, I know, but sitting at home in my parents' house on my own with a very, very sore back and nothing to do and nothing to watch until Hollyoaks (full of babies this week. ick.) and then Instinct part 2 later in which Tom Ward (whom I adore) denies killing his wife another 6,000 times and a lot of other people are a bit tortured in a Northern way...I don't know. I think you ought to know I'm feeling very depressed. Tomorrow I have to go and talk to the bank. I may start crying in the net cafe with how much this terrifies me. I kind of hate myself.