Mmm, Curry.

My sleep patterns are a little messed up, but after dashing around this weekend I have:

• Seen SBA, again. Not like a mad stalker or anything. After all, I'm not going to Bournemouth


• Been called professional - sarcastically I can only assume


• Had a kitten playfully attempt to burst my testicles by leaping on them while I was asleep


• Been to Cambridge, for all of 3 or 4 minutes


• Bought the Guardian like a good little left-winger


• Slept in the afternoon


• Dropped Beats, not Bombs. Though the techno was too slow, the hip-hop too techno and the drum and bass too busy


• Lost a jumper


• Been the straightest man in the room


• Been told not to vote Tony Blair, though with no guidance on who I should vote for instead and ignoring the fact I vote for my local MP not his Tonyness


• Written some web pages


• Stolen some LJ user-icons


• Photographed cleavage, or rather tried to encourage cleavage to come out and be photographed


• Laughed


• Eaten Ochre


• Contemplated differences of life view


• Drunk Gin