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My brain feels like absolute mush. This is possibly because I went out last night and drank slightly more than I should, howling about how "I have blue tooth! And not in the cool way!" This normally wouldn't be worth a mention, except for the fact I had class at 10am this morning. Astonishingly, I not only turned up but contributed. Okay, I muttered something about the French, but that's not too bad given I haven't done any reading for this class in about six weeks.

Then I had to go to work, so couldn't go back to bed. Work was the usual barrel of joy, and I suddenly found myself in Tescos buying dips afterwards. No idea how I got there, obviously. Given I also managed to buy wine in Asda yesterday I forsee this evening in terribly grim clarity all of a sudden.

Tomorrow I am going to go and do things like my reading and harrass people for sound systems and stuff like that, but tonight I am going to go and phone my mum to rant re: blue tooth, make soft food, eat it, and sort out the last ever DocSoc stuff I will ever sort out. Woe. At least I have Asda value Chianti (no, rly) and dips. Given I'm now at less than nine stone for the first time since I was about fifteen, I don't feel bad eating fattening stuff.