He's in transit in Dubai now, Saifol is. It doesn't feel like he's left because it seems like he's off to London and will be back the next day. That's a lie to myself by the way, it's so that I don't feel so down now that he's actually gone.

Mus (who insisted last night I update my link to his website, check him out :p) accompanied me to the airport to send Fol off, we left Loughborough at 430am. I was worried I got the time mixed up with the taxi man, terrified that he might have thought I wanted him to pick us up at 430pm instead of am. Luckily he came literately two seconds before I dialed his number. Nyah.

So after the airport, we used the tube to St. Pancras.. took a good hour but saved us what? ~£14 each as opposed to using the Heathrow Express. We had time to kill anyway. Arrived at St. Pancs, bought our tickets, literately RAN to get on the train with Mus going, "JUST GET ON!" I've forgotten how much fun I can have with him, probably because he rarely comes around to my house anymore. I don't go to his because its...too... far. I don't go that direction very much anyway (he lives near the library) :-)

My housemates were surprised to see me home so early (I got home about noon-ish), I looked exhausted. Took a bath and plunked myself in front of the TV to unwind and I've been here since.

I feel like going out.

I miss him already.

love,
yasmin.
XXX