I did have a brilliant weekend, even if it did include nearly getting blown into the Thames by a gust of wind, and drinking too much on Friday night, and getting lost in a pub on Saturday night whilst trying to find my friends.

Maybe I should have left to go back this morning - this is the third Monday I've not bothered going in in a row and it is more than likely that I will end up being sent a threatening pink letter demanding to know why I was absent.

I've also realised that a load of my CDs are missing. They're not at uni so I automatically assumed I'd left them at home but they're not here and I have no idea where they could be. The only thing I can think of is that someone has nicked them, although the ones missing include an illegally copied version of Michael Jackson's History. But I suppose I will find out what happened to them one day, or just find them stuffed away in a carrier bag that I forgot about, because I'm dopey like that.

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