I am le tired. Note to self: one is never to stay out past 10:30pm on a work night. It would've been more horrible if my lovely flatmate hadn't done the dishes. The thought of doing them did plague my mind a little - mainly because I was worried that I'd make a lot of clattering noises.

But no. I can hear my two loved-up flatmates giggling away next door.





Kinda makes me wish that I did have dishes to smash around.