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My mother doesn't phone me this often when I'm in St Andrews.

Good grief. "What do you want for tea?"

"Potatoes," I gibbered, whilst flailing around a bit and trying not to sound flustered. Seriously. I am having potato issues. Also, though, I would give my eye teeth for chips and greasy bad take-away food. I am also having fish and chip issues, basically.

I have a nagging feeling I will be sneaking out to the chippie tomorrow night, too. And I'm oddly looking forward to drive home, because then I am TOTALLY JUSTIFIED in only stopping at somewhere they serve Burger King.

I'm a bad bad person. I know this.

Seriously, though, this is the third time this week my mother has phoned me. Eh?

Anyway. Simon is out having drinks with the Master or something similar (I sagely told him that we didn't have this problem in Gatty unless you include Euan who masquerades as Lord Flash and holds parties on the beach) and probably won't come back as a small little doll or alternatively whisked away to destory the universe or something like that.

Speaking of, eeek! Scary Cybermen! Got a text messages fronm the housemates, though, telling me about it. This leads me to believe they've not all died of hunger yet. I might soon, though. I'm utterly STARVING. Just realised that I've not eaten as of yet today unless you count a bagel. ARGH FOOD.

I should go for a shower. Probably not going too, though. I have to pack and stuff. *sighs*

~Hathy_Col~