I'm getting out my hostel, just after I actually started liking it. Sigh... guess that's life. Now, my accom. arrangement's slightly dodgy, and I'm going to be an officially houseless refugee till I move into the new place and get settle my ass in.

Had to junk one of my projects along the way (no space) and was slightly traumatized for it. Feels like I just sliced off some part of me (feelin' raw..)