A Night Out 

Not really. But I did manage to get past putting on my socks, and I went for a little drive yesterday. Tricked myself into it, really... Anyway, it wasn't anything special, just an hour and a half drive to Cigoc and back. I was fine the first 30 minutes, but then the usual I-want-to-go-home thinking kicked in. I didn't even think that I should go home for any particular reason, I just felt I want to be within my own four walls. Intensely. I was in my car, but it wasn't enough.

And people keep telling me I should go work in Brussels for a month... Go to a two-week seminar in Sweden... Right.