I woke up at about mid-day, lay around a bit, got up, ate some food, sat down, lay around a bit more, drank more coffee, bought a printer, watched Futurama, went to the pub.

Weekends are made for this.

I had a chat with French sixpack Jeremy in the evening as I walked to the LSB to drink with Steve, but my brain wasn't working so it wasn't a particularly eventful conversation. He doesn't seem to realise that he needs to slow down whilst speaking to me because otherwise I just flatline and giggle lots. But he is a good shag, though.