Last night Chris, Hayley and I went bowling, then spend about 6 hours in the kitchen drinking wine and playing Chess. (By the way, when I typed the word wine I felt physically ill. :/)

I got drunk. Very rather really drunk. Now this morning, I've been up 20 minutes; fallen over in the bathroom when I yawned because I absent mindedly forgot that dispite yawning, I still needed to keep my legs still and stand up; had two pints of water; and still feel more dehydrated than the Atacama Desert.

You might be thinking, why is Matt up at 9am. The question on my mind is whether there are any rules about turning up pissed to a lecture. :/