It's a Sunday night and I'm taking advantage of a lull in the continuous ebb and flow of the occupants of this room to write you all a message: if you ever go to boarding school, take a teddy bear. No joke. I really am that soppy. I love my teddy bear. I just wish I could take him to class with me. He's the only man in mylife at present - at least the only one who's sleeping with me. Maybe I should take a vow of ultra-feminism so I don't feel so bummed about going to an all-girls school? No, that won't work. Not when I run every evening at five forty-five so I can surreptitiously sneak glances at the current love of my life (next to my teddy bear - don't worry Meow, you'll always be my number one): Yellow Shorts Boy. Yellow Shorts Boy is the as-yet unidentified guy who runs at five forty-five every evening wearing nothing but a pair of yellow shorts - all the better to showcase his HOT ROD body. I'm not stalking him. Scouts honour. It's a total coincidence that we run at the same time. I'm a trustworthy person... in a sense.