I know what you did in the car park.

It's day something-or-other on my own at university without Elizabeth.  I miss her quite a lot.  I'm so used to her being here.  It's like when you always wear a watch - if you ever don't have it on you still look at your wrist to check the time, even if you know you haven't got it on; it's just a force of habit.  This is similar to what it's like with Elizabeth.  Without her next to me all day I feel lost.  I don't know what time it is any more.  I need her to tell me when it's time for food and when it's time for bed.  When it's time to go for a walk outside in the fresh air.  When it's about time I stop playing computer games and have a rest from the world behind the display. 

Unfortunately, without Elizabeth here in the room, that world behind the screen is infinitely more interesting than Lancaster.  It's brutal and I die quite a lot thanks to the realism mods, the levelling mods and the overhaul mod I have running in conjunction with each other.  Nonetheless, I can cast fireballs and shoot arrows in roughly the desired direction.  I can cloak myself in a shroud that makes light pass through me so I can only be seen by the ripples my body causes in the air, much like the blurry effect heat rising from the hot road has in summer.  I can brew potions and poisons with the ingredients I find in the fields and caves. 

What I can't do is get to bed at a reasonable hour.  But maybe this is a good thing at the moment.  This week at university sees the biggest raves since freshers week, in the form of the Extravs.  Furness had theirs tonight and we could here the pounding rhythm of the bass all the way over in our Fylde kitchen.  Granted, Fylde and Furness are neighbouring colleges, but Furness bar is still a significant distance away from our accommodation. 

The Extravs have brought AJ back to the flat this afternoon, so now I'm not the only person here.  He and Scott had plenty of stories to tell Dennis and I about their escapades in Spain over the last week or so.  Not one of them is suitable for me to retell here.  All of them were so outrageous that we'd have called B/S if Scott hadn't been there to confirm AJ's tales.  A voice in the corridor might also suggest the return of Sam.  At 1am, that conclusion seems silly, although I'll only know for sure in the morning.  Or at least some point tomorrow. 

My alarms are set for me to wake up, eat, eat, eat and eat for the next few days.  It's no replacement for my beautiful girlfriend but it'll have to do.