It may interest you all to learn that I have recently sailed across the 1,000 journal entries milestone.

This is good. Very good. I have over 1,000 entries now, spanning three/four years of my life. And probably over a hundred A4 pages of handwritten journal still waiting to be typed. Holes to be filled in, and all that jazz.

It's encouraging, especially in the light of my recent lack of activity on here. I see just how far I've come and it spurs me on. Here's to another three/four years, and another thousand entries?

To celebrate, an amusing story from the other night.

On Friday, I got back from St. Helens absolutely knackered. I'd been to a nightclub with Anna the previous night, and had slept on a duvet on Anna's friend's floor. You can probably appreciate how tired I was. So I survived Friday, came home, loafed about and had an early night. I got to sleep at about 9PM.

The next thing I knew, I was sat up in the dark, on the phone. A male voice, who I was unable to recognise through the fog of exhaustion, was talking on the other end. Apologising for phoning me up. I mumbled a farewell and he hung up. Lay down. Realised what had just happened, and sat up again. I couldn't - and still can't - recall the phone ringing. Or picking it up for that matter. One minute I was dozing off and the next - boom! I was on the phone.

Turns out it was Alex. God knows what he phoned for. If he'd phoned accidentally he would have immediately hung up, rather than stay on the line and let me answer. As for me, I clearly sleep-answered. It's not the first time I've done stuff in my sleep.

You never know, I could be asleep right now. *shifty eyes*

I will be in an hour or so, anyway. I'm off to bed! Later, chaps, and sweet dreams to you all!