Through whatever reason of stumbling here, please feel free to take a seat and grab yourself a nice cup of tea and a good book.

I have never been so glad that I don't get hangovers as I was this-morning. I was all intent on starting one of my English essays last night, but I ended up going out to the Loaded Dog...and then onto the Union. We each had a pitcher, which was fine in itself...it's just afterwards when people kept on making up international drinking rules and getting me drinks for the sole purpose of getting me scuppered was the problem.

I don't think I have ever been so drunk in all my life...and I have absolutely no intention whatsoever of repeating the performance. I paid for it though. I tripped up whilst walking to the union and went absolutely flying. I completely skinned my already-bad knee, my side, elbows, and took a chunk out of my left palm.

Never. Again.

In other news, I got a letter from my dad today. We've decided to just write to one another, which is much, much better than trying to talk on the phone. He really surprised me actually, because he sent me a poem that he'd written. I had no clue that dad wrote poetry...just goes to show, really.

Name: Sara-Jayne Slack
Nicknames: SJ / Tath
Age: 22
Gender: Female

I may or may not be addicted to cups of tea and American TV shows. Seriously.