And then I had to do something else, but I can't tell you about it because a certain person on my friendslist will see and it's a secret. The person concerned will find out soon enough. It's nothing bad, I promise!
And now it's 12.30 am, and the Big Brother people are singing nursery rhymes to each other. And I need to get up at 8.00 tomorrow to revise Chaucer, and medieval mystery plays, and maybe a bit about the Peasants' Revolt.