So, I have four pairs of jeans, a set of pjamas, two sets of bed linen and a duvet that I didn't have this morning. That means my mum is starting to get nervous about me going and insisting on buying my Useful Things I Might Need. She's already starting to annoy me about whether or not I've got everything. Very annoying.

I have 4 days to finish packing my life up, then I have to load it into the car, be driven across the country, and then unpack it again. Unpacking it is the easy part, appart from hanging my posters which always takes ages.

Three weeks tomorow I start at the John Innes. Trying not to think about that one too much right now.

It's odd, I feel almost reluctant to leave. I think it's because this time I'm not coming back, not to live, not for at least four years. This time I'm not really a student any more, not in the traditional sense. Norwich is going to be wierd too.

I've got a list of things i'm worried about as long as my arm and it's a good job I couldn't find my phone last night or I would have been sending self-destructive text messages.

I'm sure once I get to Norwich and I'm settled in and work's started up i'll be fine, it's just the waiting the gets to me. I can't help but feel that something's wrong and I can't help but worry.