Night time ramble So it's almost 12:30 and I'm not in bed yet. I am in Loughborough again. I'm going back to Manc tomorrow. Night time probably is both my favourite time and dreaded time. It is my favourite because I am away from the mass, in my sanctuary. I dread it because thoughts that usually would not come to my mind rear their ugly heads. Night time to me signifies a time to reflect, think back on what we did during the day, to figure out if we made any mistakes and, if so, how to learn from it in order to prevent a repetition of it. So tonight, as I was getting ready for bed, I began to think of my high school days, my friends and where we all are in our lives. Some of us are married, some doing Masters or working full time. Some might be living the high life, while others are struggling to feed themselves. I have lost contact with many of my friends. That's a shameful discovery I made a while back. Then I remembered how me and a very good friend of mine used to say we'd live together like sisters. Funnily enough I received a message from her during that time. She was asking me if I wanted to live together with her. Those memories seemed to burst forth. It was almost as if my subconscious mind had been blocking those. A wave of nostalgia hit me and I thought I was going to lose my self composure and cry (something, I admit, I never do). Do you ever have face times like these? During the night do you think about your past or your mistakes/achievements?