As a reward of sorts for yesterday's productivity, I went over to Rikki's with the previously purchased M&S dinner: steak and potato hash, with apple crumble for pudding. Both the food and myself were gratefully received.
We ate dinner in front of Paradise Towers, which Rikki rightly deemed to be terrible, followed it up with the vastly superior Mawdryn Undead (yes, of course I'm talking about old Doctor Who episodes. What else?), and watched various other things until the small hours. At half three, we decided to call it a night, and went to bed, setting the alarm for seven so that I'd be in on time for my lectures. Unfortunately, I wasn't particularly tired, owing to my nine hours of sleep the previous night.
By the time the seven o' clock rolled around, I still hadn't slept a wink. Although I was feeling reasonably awake, I knew that if I didn't get any sleep, I'd be collapsing by lunchtime. We set the alarm again, this time for noon with the intention of getting in two hours later, and I eventually fell asleep.
When the alarm next went off, Rikki was extremely reluctant to get up. I consulted my schedule, found that I only had a problem class to attend, and gave up on the idea of going in at all. With that, we settled back down, and didn't get up until half four; by this point, we'd completely missed the hours of daylight.
While I was walking through Waterloo to catch my train home, a clearly inebriated man wished me a merry Christmas and happy New Year. I did likewise.
"Maybe you'll find that special someone", he said.
"I already have", I smiled.
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