ZzzZZzZzzz...

This could only happen to me.

Ten minutes after arriving at library, I take out my books like a good girl and open up Foye's Principles of Medicinal Chemistry like a good girl.

The next thing I knew my head is down on the table. I'm drooling slightly. I have blush-marks on my scarf. I have scarf-marks on my face. And 1.5 hours had elapsed without my consent.

I dragged my arse to the nearest bus-stop (which, considering my location at the time, was not near at all) and caught it to Central station. Feeling like I couldn't possibly feel worse, I bought a copy of Cosmo and devoured it on the train. Mike called when it was at Stanmore. He said he had just finished errands and wanted to meet up. I said I have to get home to get ready for dinner. He said sorry he took so long. I said it's too late to apologise ... it's too laaaaate.

ryuhou says (5:43 PM):
u neve said it was too late
ryuhou says (5:43 PM):
u said it was fine

I come home to find our new bathtub-slash-spa installed. Apparently my dad spent the whole day on it. I was excited for about a nanosecond at the prospect of Jez coming over to take a bubble bath with me in a bathtub that for once can actually accomodate us both. Then I threw the thought out the window because my parents will have undoubtedly contaminated it before we do. Ew.