Sigh.

Acceptance package from Warwick has arrived in the mail. The addressee is not me.

I'm starting to think that, of all the emotions that exist in this world, my most disliked is Nostalgia. I've always thought it was Regret - hmm I can't decide. Maybe a combination of both.

Two years really just flew by, didn't it? Funny how, given the frequency (i.e. very frequent) at which I draw up this pseudo-revelatory rhetoric, each time the raw feelings of Nostalgia and Regret still form such a potent concoction - threatening to intoxicate.