Hotel 56 i can't seem to get any patho into the brain. and i have a test tmr. bugger. looks like it's going to be yet another sleepless night......no coffee. so i just got to depend on chocolate chip cookie and adrenaline. how boring. my house feels like a hotel once again (just like marriott) people coming and going...in and out...(even when we're not at home).....knock and talk.... a living room, curry & eggplant, beanbags, pillows, heater and old friends in pjs (and one in smelly polo tee) chatting till daybreak. i didnt realise i missed it so much. happy mother's day, mummy. (why you never pick up my call?!)