Falling

Tired, that's what's been running through my mind the past 48 hours or so, since Tuesday. A disgustingly long session of Winning Eleven was fun, but wasn't ideal in preparing for an overnight stint bordered by emotional farewells.

Sure, there were tears. Sure, it was sad. No real unexpected drama though, even if some had expected or encouraged it.

Couple of weeks to school, another few months which will be interesting, to say the least, with so many important people gone.