I didn't go to sleep after work and instead I stayed up playing Metal Gear Solid 3 again and managed to finish it with almost all the items collected/thingamies unlocked. I then half-woke up when poisonedpaws rang me. When I finished talking to her, I realised that both my remote controls were under my pillow. I realised that I'd grabbed each one, in my drowsiness thinking they were my mobile, and tried to talk to it before finally picking up my phone. Obviously not so funny when you retell it in this medium but I thought it was cute.

Thursday Night. No interpol tickets. No Dr.Who tickets even (although sylvester mccoy is clearly no tom baker). I guess all that's left is to go to mum's for dinner like I should've the last 3 weeks I said I would.