In hard times like this, when my bum gets sore and my legs get flattened due to long hours in front of some kind of student literature I AM MY ONLY COMPANY. It hits me when I start talking to the water bottle or the old lady in the balcony across the road. And even more when bursting out; la la la la; it scares me. I think I'm getting a bit mental. And my teeth are aching after too many sugar kicks. Yet I am hungry and tired and cannot even point my finger at exactly what I have learnt during these hours. Monday is the day.