one bedroom flat across the road from me for sale at £155,000.

Can anybody lend me 20k?

In other news: In keeping with tradition, I accidentally got a bit drunk last night despite knowing full well I have a coursework deadline today. 50 of them have already handed in. Only another 250 to go then. Yippee. But it was lovely to booze and gossip - and all because the Northern line was buggered. Hoorah tube delays!

On the train this morning I got to thinking I haven't had a good night out in an age, I am due one hard. I have had some perfectly acceptable nights out, but not ones I will remember in years to come. Although I suppose running into Chaunce's ex-girlfriend on Marylebone station last Saturday was fairly memorable. Having said that, being surprised at running into one of Chaunce's ex-girlfriends in town is a bit like going to the Antarctic and being surprised there's quite a lot of ice there. I think they run their support group in the same community centre as my ex-boyfriends.

Annyyyyyyyyywaaaaaaaaaaayyy...

I am due a good night out, hard. I'm off to Reading this weekend on bridesmaid duty. Apparently we need to choose wines for the reception. I foresee a hangover or two. But, yes, hopefully a good night out.

And finally: Is it ever acceptable to steal gloves out of lost property? I don't have any gloves and these ones are super cool. But she did only leave them behind last week...

I walked from Waterloo to SOAS at Russell Square. It probably should have taken half an hour, but it took me AN HOUR AND FIFTEEN MINUTES. That is because in my head, London looks like this:

that everyone in my department has taken a sickie on what is, after all, national duvet day. I am not. I am not. I am not. I had a wonderful weekend. Think about the weekend... the weekend... the weekend...

Oh, you mean the weekend where I bought SOME SIZE FOURTEEN TROUSERS?! That's right - SIZE FOURTEEN! Get in there baby! That's the first time I've fitted in any in the last three years! And they're not even that tight! Yes yes yes yes yes yes YES!

Oh and the weekend where I bought SOME BOOTS THAT ACTUALLY FUCKING ZIP UP OVER MY GIGANTIC CALVES? That's right - that's right - I am wearing them right now and I will never take them off, never never never never never!

Although Chaunce did stop me getting into bed with them on.

a sicky, I have a hand in today and I am doing battle with The Jobsworths. Gah.

Listen, do I need to change the 'em' in my URL to 'emmm' as well? I know I should know but I don't.

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but fuck it, I can't actually be arsed.

To sum up: I am fucking cheesed off with everything for no sodding reason. I expect I am due on.

Transmission ends. 

my work phone number has been published on mentalists anonymous (I originally typed annoymous, I probably should hav ekept it like that...) Yes, you nutjobs, when I'm not up to my eyes in dead babies I am slitting open monkeys and inducing strokes by tapping people on the arm... For fuck's sake.

However, my bad mood and an eerie lack of students has translated to me getting on top of most of my work, which is good. If only I could finish this bloody spreadsheet - why they hired someone with a degree in Computer Science to do my job at another campus I have no idea. I cannot understand her bells and whistles spreadsheet - I can't even copy and paste my info onto it. Bah.

But I am going out tonight for pizza/beers and it'll be fun. An unwind. That's what I need.