We're moving to Canada even sooner than we thought! It a difference of 4 days but when you only have 5 weeks left, 4 days is a lot. Bugger. And why is it that it's only with faced with the prospect of leaving the UK that I want to take advantage of all it has to offer? Not to mention the fact that we never did get to have sex in G's parents garden...

Now that my friends in Canada know that I am coming home FOR SURE I have had an influx of calls and emails. My friend D said, "I'm so sorry I never call you but I just couldn't. It's too hard to talk to you and know I can't see you...". I've felt the same way. Even with the internet, long distance relationships are never easy. Friendships are maintained with good times and a knowledge of eachothers day to day life. It takes time and energy and that's made all the more difficult by distance. And time zones!

Things have changed since I last lived in Canada. I've been told the prime ministers name several times but fucked if I can remember it. The bank notes have changed too. My friends are growing up and having kids. Life marches onwards. All the same, it'll be nice to be home.

I stayed up late chatting to that girl W again. I was originally motivated to talk to W because I found her unbelievably sexy. I imagined her to be confident and outgoing; how could anyone who looks that way not be, right?

Another case of someone not knowing their own self worth I'm afraid. Sometimes I wonder if I should have been depressed about the way I looked when I was 23 stone. Would being miserable have made a difference to my motivation? Alas, I love me unconditionally and always have. In my opinion, the only real shot anyone has at truly unconditional love is from themselves. I'm also the best sex I've ever had! ;)

So I'm trying to convince W of that, erm, to love herself unconditionally I mean. And also to show me her boobs. Neither has happened, yet. ;)