Now I know why I dislike going home: it's the whole array of activities that must proceed like clockwork. Oh, and having my meals planned out for me. That sucks too. Don't get me wrong - I like being at home. But it's just so different from the freedom that I have when I'm in my own flat.

Oh, and E's company. The lack of it sucks too. It sucks so much that I even miss him calling me ridiculous pet names.