So. Sam's end-of-year party. Met up with Luke, Anna, Fliss and Katie on the way, and we all got hopelessly lost and ended up having to ring Sam for directions. Finally got there, and no Sam. Lots of other people, but no Sam. At his house. And nobody knew where he was. After about two hours, he turned up, but I still don't know where he'd gone. Some mysterious and possibly illegal errand, I suspect.

It felt like the end of an era. I know, graduation is the official end of this particular era, but last night felt like it, somehow. Annie left/leaves to go back to Greece today (not sure exactly when) and Martin won't be at graduation either, since he's going off t00bing round Europe soon, and he'll be in Italy by then. God knows when, or if, I'll see them again.

I miss them already. These four years have gone far too fast.

And then I came home, and I'm not going into details about what happened next here. Ask me on Y!M and I might tell you, but not here. Suffice to say, life sucks. It's so fucking unfair.