I know this is probably ultimately sad to admit, but Monday nights now just aren’t the same without “Six Feet Under” being on C4. (That’s our fourth terrestrial channel, Elayne and any other non-UK readers.) It’s been a quiet night – the joys of not going to bed ’til 3.30 this morning (walking people home @ 1am is yet another way my body has of re-waking up at inopportune moments, so it took ’til then before I was tired again.) so in theory at least, I’m planning an earlyish night.

And thank frig I’ve finished the book on my reading list – Mandrake by Paul Eddy. What a sack of shite. I know, I’ve belted on about it on the main page too, but Jesus H Christ on a floppy pine trike, it’s bad. So now I can read something nice and simple, which is all my little braincell can cope with right now.

Goodnight – I hope.

Note to self : No matter how tired you are, how little sleep you’ve had, going to sleep while shaving, in fact going to sleep while the “safety” razor is in contact with your face is a REALLY bad idea.

It’ll stop bleeding soon, I’m sure.