Just call me Mr. Joe on the Streets, for I am currently without an abode.

Japanese exam was yesterday- so frightning I feel the need to buy some shoes to make myself feel better. 'Twas not pretty, says I.

And then I spent the night with a drunken Scottish woman, her husband, and a slightly pissed mother. It's all good.

Now I am checked out of residence, stuff is packed away and almost ready to get on a plane to fly home.

Is it just me, or didn't I just move into residence yesterday?