I officially hate second week Fridays. First week Fridays I have off. Second week I have a Philosophy tutorial at 11, which means I get the bus at 9:30, which means I have to be up at 8am by the latest.

I was up at seven this morning. After melting my mind with Daybreak for an hour (which is still a bland and loosely strung together succession of features that nobody gives much of a toss about), I'm going to get ready.

The upshot of all this is that I get home by about three o'clock, possibly even earlier as I get the bus at quarter to every hour; depending on the bus I get the journey might only be three quarters of an hour long. I could get the Belfast Express straight to Portadown, or I could get the Belfast Express which is actually an epic adventure through Moira, Lurgan and half the Irish countryside. Which, coincidentally, is largely held together by potatoes.

So, early home, and early to BED! And this weekend, I'm going to get a heap of work done. Even though they haven't set much official work yet. Actually, they probably have, on Queen's Online, which my laptop has developed a sudden and unexplained aversion to.

But first sleep. Can't work when you're nodding off at your desk.