Never write a blog when hungover

Ouch. Last night was rather intensely alcoholic. And yes, I did drink for a change. Rather a lot too. I can't help the fact that people ply me with free alcohol and movie tickets for turning up and answering a few questions about life as a postgrad. I think I've found my true calling.

Apparently I'm very pretty. I've been called ruggedly handsome, staunch, suave and creep before, but never pretty. Pretty man. Ugh. That might just tarnish my carefully manufactured masculine persona.

Anyway, it looks as though I'm going to have a cool name to put on my C.V. If not president then maybe casting director of the PG Soc committee.

The night finished with me crawling into bed at 1.30 while Claire, Charlie and Ben stayed up for hours watching Star Wars. Nerds. Apparently they got to bed at 4.30, and Charlie and Ben didn't look too happy when I woke them up at 9am. Hope I didn't interrupt anything. Feel free to abuse me about distracting Ben at this most important of weeks. However, I have to point out the similarities between Michelle and Ben. Both enjoy star wars far too much (yet Michelle is supposedly female), both are shortish, both want to be slappers, and both write blogs. Nerds. Come to think of it, I haven't actually seen the two of them in the same room at the same time.

You scrub up rather well as a girl, Ben.

... read Torshin's comment on British and U.S. intelligence (get it?). Is typically good and distracts me from my task at hand.

Why did I have to have a hangover during enrolment? Bastards decided that as I'm extending, I didn't have the prerequisites. Grrr. At least they didn't think that I was married this year.

I'm going to curl up in the corner and suck my thumb.