It's only quarter to 11 but it feels really late. I have a feeling, it's not loneliness. It's a bit like that feeling where you have a shit night and you wake up really early in the morning and you feel like you're the only one in the world who isn't alseep. It's sort of like that. I can't explain it. ;] I didn't do much today - it's been pretty slow. Yesterday Dayna came round and we watched Pulp Fiction, which by the way I think is pretty damn good, and we just generally had an amazing time like we usually do. I'm listening to this Clubland Extreme album thing and it's really reminding me of one of my first weekends down at Thrapston with cadets. It's quite good, heh. Talking of Thrapston, jogged my memory. I cried (only) twice last year. Is that not much? Well, later.