I went to bed last night, and for once I fell asleep before 5am. I didn't sleep very well though, because I had this quite scary dream.

I dreamt that I was a murderer. I planned my murders in detail, and I murdered the people so that they would feel as much agony as possible. One guy got locked in a room with me, and every time he ran for the door I'd grab him, bite his neck and tear a piece of flesh off until he bled so much that he died. I felt like a right beast. No one could stop me. I could do whatever I wanted. I woke up at 4am and for a brief moment I was convinced I had actually killed people.

Then I slep badly until my alarm went off at 8. Woke up moody as ever and felt that this is gonna be a horrible, horrible day. Got ready for uni and set off really early to get there first, so that I could put my work up and get it over with. I hate being one of the last ones, because by then everybody are so tired of listening to other people talking about their work, they just switch off (atleast I do). But even though I was so early, the walls were full already. That didn't really help my mood at all.

2,5 hours later it was my turn and hell broke loose. I was so angry and upset, and me and Mike (my tutor) had an argument. But I think I won. I hope that he got what I was trying to say. He was after all appologising afterwards and confirmed that my work is my work, and that I shouldn't try to jump through hoops to get my marks. GO ME!

After that it felt better. I think that my murderous mind has come to peace now. I really needed to get some aggression and frustration out. Maybe I can keep myself from killing people now.

Apart from that I'm just waiting for John to get back from Scotland. I am so hungry and craving some cuddles.

And ice cream.

One of the pictures I showed at the crit today (which described my mood pretty good actually)