I have the hots for my muslim assessor. But unfortunately, I have no more classes to teach anyomore. I will miss her. Why do I like her? That's pretty clear. Less is more. Her condescending manner. I know what she is missing, and I want to give it to her. Time to move on now I guess. I feel elated but I'm scared of the feeling. I'm waiting for the sense of satisfaction to end. I know it's a fake feeling. It's a sensation that I have just been sent home from a torture camp. I feel conditioned. I want my old self back, but I don't really know how to get it back. I was cooler before, I was having fun before and I enjoyed having a reason to say fuck you to the world. Now I'm pretty much expected to progress. I no longer have any excuses. From now until the next stage, it is going to be very interesting indeed. But I deserve to get drunk. It doesn't really matter anyway. I know better than that. I want a long vacation. I want to hit the road.