Spectrum Interactive

It is not quite 2 in the morning, and i am standing at one of the soul-crushing internet kiosks in heathrw, terminal 4 (probably my least favurite terminal due to an assrtment of nights like this one thrughout the years).

*Sorry about missing letters; i swear i am hitting them on the keypad!*

I am on my way home. At the mment what tht means to me is my second night in a row "sleeping" in an airport, which is about one night withut sleep too many. When it gets to 6 AM and i can check in (ie dispose of my luggage) I will feel a good deal better. Then i can spend 6 hurs thinking abut home, unpacking, what exctly this year (my last as an undergraduate) will hold. And, of course, where my next journey will be...

So close now!

N.