'And soon I'm back to stern reality'

I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer
And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say,
But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer
When all the things he loves are far away
And precious things are dreams unto an exile
They take him o'er the land across the sea
Especially when it happens he's an exile
From that dear lovely Isle of Innisfree


I know this is probably a pointless exercise as none of them will read this, but:

To the people on the train and at the station this morning, thank you for reminding me that people do care - even about random crying girls on the train. Whether it was giving me tissues, making jokes about how crappy public transport is, or just simply putting their hand on my shoulder and asking if there was anything they could do to help me out. It probably felt like nothing, but I can't describe how much better those simple gestures made me feel.

Hello faith in humanity, where have you been?

As to the reason I was crying, well, events of the past couple of months just hit me again. I manage to be so in control most of the time so unlike me actually but today I just lost it.
K, I miss you so much.

I was kind of embarrassed at my little outburst there - but one thing I did find funny was that J, our ensemble tutor, somehow managed to appear once I got to the station red-eyed and drained. This is funny/strange/embarrassing because she must think I'm an absolute sook. I've broken down once, chucked a hissy fit another time, and now was just randomly at the station after I'd been crying yet again.
*laughs* Ah well.

Speaking of ensemble *runs around in panicky circles* as much as I think the piece we are playing is awesome - it is so freaking hard. 7 quavers against 6 is NOT FUN. *calms down* We'll get there. With a bit of luck (please please please let our exam be late)

Aside from all of that, the rest of the day was alright - harpisanand I found nachos (we *wanted* to be healthy but the place didn't have any vegetarian options left) and wandered down to Southern Cross station admiring all of the expensive but pretty dresses and bags in the shops we found. Oh, and the same can be said for the cakes. Admiring, putting them on the list, and continuing to walk.

*sigh* Nothing constructive is getting done, maybe I'll go watch Glee (I'm ashamed to say I'm hooked) and go to bed. Up early tomorrow. Again.

Rdm