Watching American Beauty for the first time since it was released. Still as engrossing as I remember it.

Hey! How did it get to be 8pm? I haven't done even half of the things on my to-do list for the day.

Grrr.

Working nights isn't nearly so bad when you spend it catching up with two of your favourite colleagues, one of whom has just returned from Eurovision and has TALES TO TELL.

A free ticket to see a show I had real reservations about seeing is always a bit of a gamble, but I'm glad I braved the chilly night air and went and saw Flowerchildren: The Mamas & The Papas Story.  It was pretty much a carbon copy of the Jersey Boys jukebox musical format, but I enjoyed it nonetheless and it reminded me of how much I love M&P's harmonies. Gorgeous.

This has been me.

ALL. DAY.

Ugh.

Woke up at 8am.  Thought to myself: "that's a bit early - I'll just snooze for another hour".

Woke up again at 2.30.  PM.

Being sick has made this a totally wasted weekend.  Grrrrr.

Third cold (or is it fourth?) this year. For someone who rarely gets sick, this is pissing me off no end.