at 4am, while everyone was sleeping, instead of waking me up to open the door Patrick decided to jump the 2m brick wall plus metal spikes to go home. if that's not retarded, i don't know what is.

for some drunken reasons or another everyone agreed to head over to my place at midnight. 8 people. the house's never been that crowded since construction. the best part was probably when Aurora cooked pasta. hmm...the Italians, they know how things should be done.

the kitchen pipe gave away at 2:30am. water and soap all over the floor. everyone mopped.

the course's over. Pippa's heading back to Zimbabwe today. Rebecca's flying North. i need to figure out what to do with the moldy walls and start rolling.