This morning didn't start very well for my grand ideas of spending a day working because after having returned from Future of the Left last night (Dane enjoyed them very much; personally I don't see how guitar feedback and whacking your head on a keyboard-or so it seemed-makes music but there you go) I woke up with horrendous tinnitus and a splitting headache.  My ears are still faintly ringing now, apparently.  So I ended up taking two ibuprofen and going back to sleep for another 3 hours until midday, which is horrendously late for me and kind of wrecked my grand aims of making soup and writing my dissertation.

I have greatly distressed one of my housemates by buying some Camembert yesterday- it's already stunk out the fridge! Apparently the smell of cheese makes her feel sick...but I lurrves me some tasty tasty mould-ripened soft cheese, had it in a mini-pasta bake with tuna, red pepper and red onion tonight and it was soo good!  But I probably won't be getting any kisses tonight o lol o lol.

I have written about another 300 words of my dissertation, but I'm struggling with this chapter, as the Baader-Meinhof complex is such a strange novel due to the fact it is basically historical narrative and not fiction, thus making it very difficult to critically analyse.  I had a couple of brainwaves about themes yesterday during the gig, so was frantically writing on my phone about fears of a Nazi resurgence and the legacy of decolonisation, must have looked a wee bit odd!

I'm aiming to reach the magical half an hour goal on my Wii fit today- thinking about that, it's quite sad that I should be so proud to do such a minimal amount of exercise!  I end up putting on so much weight at uni because whilst I love to cook, I can never think of what to cook and end up being phenomenally lazy, which is never good.

Ended up bickering with the boy today- he has a 2000 word 'learning log' (basically a trumped up homework diary; somewhat ridiculous for the third year of a degree, but I digress) in for tomorrow and hadn't done anything, so I took to nagging him at 2-hourly intervals, and then because he was stressed he got all pissy at me.  I went for the rather immature response of 'didn't your mother ever tell you to do your homework and not leave it til the last minute', which didn't go down that well...but ah well.  Doing my bit to fulfil nagging stereotypes, one step at a time! :p