It's been a pleasant day, spent doing absolute F-A, just enjoying the english summer rain and eating loads. I went for a lovely dinner with a bunch of old St Andrews mates at Belgo, eating yet more mussels and drinking yet more fruity beer. It was so nice to be able to just chat with folk and reminisce about the past 4 years. It was sad as well though when we said our goodbyes, knowing that I won't be seeing these guys, many of whom I've known from my first days at uni, for ages. I got back to the flat (doritos in tow) and proceeded to watch lots of telly. The annoying thing is that I seem to have telly-ed myself back to a state of sobriety and am, as a result, feeling unpleasantly awake. I was hoping to go to bed soon, seeing as how the shipping company comes later today to pick up my boxes (my preciousssss boxes) which are to be sent back to spore and will only arrive in 6-8 weeks...oh, I am going to miss my lovely clothes.....oh, I hope I start feeling tired soon.....damn my ability to stay awake when I least want to *neelesh will attest to my ability to display the converse, i.e. my ability to feel tired when everybody wants to continue partying....old age, my friend, can be crippling at the worst of times*

Choonage: John Coltrane - I'm Old Fashioned