P left for Geneva yesterday and I am home alone. I hate being home alone at night. I am happy to work here by myself on weekdays, or even to potter around on the weekends, but once it gets dark the place seems suddenly empty and inhospitable. Going to bed also seems like a chore, and normally I love sleeping.
Tonight, to counter my hatred of being home alone, I invited a friend over for dinner and we embarked on a reality tv blitz. I have just sat through 3 hours of The Biggest Loser followed by the first episode of Big Brother 6. Shocking I realise, but oh so good. My biggest shock so far on BB6 is Katie, or as we have now christened her: Train Wreck. She is frightening. I have never seen anyone appear to be so dim (and I am even including Dubya). I only hope that it is mostly a result of nerves or that girl is in real trouble.
Tomorrow I am taking my first classes at uni. I am sort of nervous. I am mostly worried that my students will think that I am twelve. I just haven't changed very much since I was twelve and frequently get asked what I am studying at school. To counter my nerves, I spent the afternoon preparing. The subject that I am teaching seems so much more straight forward to me now than when I studied it at uni. Back then, I was so stressed that I actually threw up before the exam.
8 sleeps until P comes home.