One day I will learn not to be online at stupid o'clock in the morning looking at things that I really don't need to look at.

No, not pron. though I would understand pron a bit better than the page of Complicated Maths About the LHC I stumbled across. My brain hurts, now.

my goodness, I am drunk. having a laptop that lets me access the net again after ages without is such a boon to the procrastinating wastrel.

Good night world.

Oh, what merry nonsense I type. Oh, how I sometimes regret the foolish things that computers let me do.

I must go to bed and have a good long think. And a sleep. And then perhaps cake. And chocolate. MM, chocolate. I love chocolate. Brown. mm, brownies.


I don't think this is 'writing more.'

God damn it, why are my housemates asleep? We were having a really good conversation an hour ago about the scottish enlightenment, and multi-disciplinary science.

Ooh.

I can still type multi-disciplinary.

I must be a bit more awake than I think I am.

I'll probably even remember this.

I don't get drunk much, it's probably obvious.
Still, it'll all make more sense in the morning.