Listening to "Stranger's Almanac" by Whiskeytown, which a friend burnt for me when I moved to Cambridge in 2001, and it reminds me very much of that time. Starting work at a new school (literally) while still my DELTA course part-time, and being in a constant state of stress. Turning 30. 9/11. Sharing a series of chaotic houses. The most depressing (and now just embarrassing) crush I have ever experienced (from me on someone else, I hasten to add). The omnipresence of Kylie Minogue's arse.

Generally a lot of grief (except the latter). But I survived it. Apart from getting knackered a little easier, I suppose there's nothing to stop me surviving the same sort of thing again. Actually making a proper fist of something creative might be similar.