I really need to go to bed.
I pretty much suck at getting this dissertation done. I wanted to get 20 pages done by Saturday. So that's....7 pages to do tomorrow and Friday...oops. And I have work tomorrow (well, today). Oh good. I just need to properly knuckle down and fucking write the damn thing!
Sunday is K's 21st birthday. So far I've bought him a few smaller things, but no 'main' present yet. And I have no idea what this should be.
But yes, bedtime is calling me.