Fiddly-dee-de-deee...
I HAVE JUST HAD A GOOD WEEKEND.
And I have been busy seeing Pratchett and Gaiman (but only getting signed by the latter, because I Am An Idiot). Also, this is the (*counts*) sixth time I have been up late in as many weeks on a Sunday writing an essay for, er, Monday morning. This is because I am an English Student Lazy Bastard English Student. However, it is now bollocks finished, and so I can relax until ten tomorrow, when my tutor will look at me in a vaguely disappointed manner and I will lie about having gone to lectures. Any lectures. Also, lack of hangover on both Saturday and Sunday mornings is a lovely (and, I hasten to add, unprecedented) sensation. Furthermore, I managed to sort things out with my Ex Of Satan to a certain extent, and it turns out she didn't know about, you know, losing all of my memory of last November and the tremors and the stammer. So that's good too.
Yes.
Bed for me now, I think.
Yes.