I thought I had something vitally important to blog, but on inspection, it turns out it's just that I dreamed I promised Alice I'd blog about my week.

Which would have been a brilliant post. I'd start it: "I killed a man on Monday."

Even in my dreams, I always say the things that make me sound mentally unstable in front to Alice.

Anyway, I should probably go and get ready so Amber and I can hang out in-between platforms thirteen and fourteen of Waterloo Station because a webcomic told us to.

Geek points for today? If I add that I went to a debate club thing already today? Pretty high, I'm guessing. Maybe thirty-one?