Six in the fucking morning on a Sunday

 My flatmates got in at four and took two hours to get up the stairs, shouting and throwing traffic cones at each other. Two of them have thrown up and it was only stomping down the stairs I realized the only thing I was wearing was a blanket and underwear. For fuck's sake. I like sleep, guys, and the fact that you've thrown my food out of the window and pissed on it affords you no love with me at all.

/end rant post.

A thought...

 While I like having a base knowledge of quite a few languages (Welsh, French, Latin, Japanese, Old Norse) it makes playing scrabble really annoying as I keep using words that are not allowed - no Tyr? Or Ymlacio? Or Puella? No soul.....