back.

...it is in fact 2:49 in the morning and i'm up and ready to go. like i thought i would be. i am such the morning person, i've realized, but this is just a tad ridiculous. it's nice to have the internet in one's home--such a luxury.

i have come... to a coldness i do not remember, to a house i have never set eyes upon, to a family that is growing without me, to... difficult questions in my life, whilst i'm still filling out forms (this is my professional hobby), such as "what is your permanent address? temporary? current? phone number?" and so on. i feel i should take these questions to a more philosophical level, writing instead of my personal statement an essay entitled "now, what is this temporary address reeeeally?" i feel admissions would go for it.

i've lost ability to keep track of where i am on sleep, my only indicators anymore the bags under my eyes. am i still catching up from the back-to-back 12-hour night trains to bosnia? are these bruises from my sleep attempts on heathrow's floor? or the insomniatic sétalni's, walks for pleasure, through three of its terminals... or am i further back, grasping at the minutes of lost sleep from the past two week's go-go-go, stomach sicknesses, and intensely colorful színű álomok dreams dreading the future...

back. and i am back to writing one more paper, one last final, for college. anyone? hypotheses on eu accession talks and correlating foreign direct investment levels in central european countries? no? me neither...