No-one gets to come in

I'm tired, even though I've slept a lot the last couple of nights.

Hung out with Kajsa today. She's leaving for Paris next week.

I wish I could describe how this feels, but the words I'm using are not near enough adequate.

The only thing that makes me feel better is reorganizing my MSN Messenger contacts into new and improved groups, named brilliantly along the lines of "Buddies... Sorta" and "Wanking Idiots". Guess who... Or no, don't guess.