The hand I write with itched, and I scratched

How funny..
To be back again. To write sentences, to write, to share things I really shouldn't share but that I do anyway because it is so easy to forget that this is not your personal diary but the whole world wide freakin' web.

The master's students are presenting their project at school and I am supposed to have a week off. That is, in between doing the work our teachers have given us, and being sick. Flu. Not fun. It reminds me of being a kid, of being allowed to lay on the couch all day while mum brought me Sprite and bananas, and the latest comic books. Except I am not a kid anymore, and if I want some Sprite and bananas I have to get my sick bum off the couch and get it myself.
Maybe that is why I am writing here again. Because I am sick, because I long for home, because home equals memories equals blogger. Haha. Or I'm just bored.