Woke up to the shorter hands slightly deviating from 4. Too much serotonin in me to have gone back to sleep again, so here i am, facing my little gadget in the dim table light getting the slightest inexplicable satisfaction from the clicking sounds it made. It's in fact a strange feeling, to know that everyone else are down on bed and u're the only one up to witness the world. It isn't typical just so u know, usually with the holiday moods on i'll be still up playing games or just surfing nets around. The hostel has indeed a strange way of helping you adjust your completely deranged biological clock.

Been back here for like a week now. Been lonely here, as in lonely good with the lightspeed internet. Tot i could use more focus so came back on sunday to finish off the edit of methodology and analysis, and 4 days gone and i still can't find myself the decency to even check the e-mails.

What am i to do now? Except research of course.

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