feeling delightfully shambolic i have rested for but a few short hours. night busses: damned if you do, stuck in the hellhole that is north london if you dont. can we all just live within walking distance of each other, please? south of the river? will i ever live to see peace in our time? oh buggerybollocksblahblahstillpissednosensetobemade. could have a horrid hangover coming, but cant yet tell. i am making a massive amount of pasta for breakfast as i type this which will doubtless prove to be une grande misere.