The usual 'But I don't want to go back' complaints.

Why is it, that it only really starts to snow on the day I have to drive 400 km?

And while I'm whining:
Tomorrow normal life starts again, which means getting up at 4:45, going to bed around 11, being at uni at 7 and forcing myself to study at least 2 hours during the day and not reread fic or check for flist updates every two seconds.
And I won't have dsl and the exams are only a month away and we'll have FSR meetings again, which means Christina, and I'm sure I've forgotten a lot of the things I should have done and everything's just sooooo cruel.

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Five hours on the motorway mostly guessing exactly where the lane is due to something akin to a snow storm.
Toy and Desktop more or less speaking with each other.
Flat warming up, temperature nearly reaching 18°C.
It seems I'm home.