So, I return to my ancient university tomorrow, to commence the second year of my studies. And, for all intents and purposes, I'm not looking forward to it. It's not even as if I'm scheduled to be in that much, it's just the thought of returning to the fear which haunted me so last year. What was it fear of? I do not know, sadly, so I can't even isolate the problem and nip it in the bud. I need to stop worrying.

I was rather intrigued and somewhat bewildered (yet honoured) to read that young davidtwigg read my journal from, seemingly, cover to cover. I shall answer his questions in good time, but for now, I must soldier on with this entry.

Not a lot else worthy of note has occurred in my life since I last wrote. Jacques scored a very well-deserved sixth place at Monza, but it doesn't look as if he'll have a drive for the 2004 season. Which is a great pity, because when you look at some of the drivers out there in the best machinery, you really wonder how Jacques would fare. I reckon (car-dependent) he'd challenge Schumacher in a manner similar to that of Montoya this year. 100 GPs in a row without a win now, Jacques. Will be a great shame to see him end his career like this.

I may be going to see The Thrills on Friday. I am not totally aware of their music, so it will be a novel experience. I was meant to be going to see Bez, Mani, Tom Hingley and numerous other DJs at "A Night Of Old Skool Indie" at the Barrowlands two weeks ago, but alas the concert was cancelled due to lack of demand (only 200 tickets were sold!). A great shame. We'll see about Friday, though.

So, I think I'll go and bathe myself in hot water (commonly known as taking a bath) before watching the Premiership later on tonight, and dozing off to sleep. Then, the worry shall set in...