I'm feeling slightly queasy this morning. I didn't realise my milk was quite that rancid until I'd taken a gulp of the coffee which I'd just added it to. It was fine yesterday, I guess one of my housemates must have left the fridge door ajar. Gah.

We went out in Leam last night to celebrate Cath, Gemma, Nicola, James and Tony leaving the country today :-), and spent most of the night sat in a really nice, but expensive new bar just behind House of Fraser. I really liked it, which I guess fits in quite well with Dave's latest theory that I spend too much on things generally.

I got back at about half eleven and went (more or less) straight to bed, with the intention of reading another chapter of The Prisoner of Azkaban before I went to sleep. I don't remember actually reading much of it, but I did wake up at 7.45 this morning with the lights still on and the music on my computer blaring away. I've really gotta stop falling asleep like that.