And then it was 4 o'clock

One of the unfortunate side-effects of leading the teenage equivalent of the rock'n'roll lifestyle in winter times is that when you get to the point of sleeping in till 1, having gone to bed at 1, there isn't much daylight left to kick you into a near-motivated state to get yourself round to actually doing anything. And thus the last 10 days may as well have not actually happened, and I would hadly have noticed, really.

Shame that I waste my time like this, but hey I like it.