I'm ill. I'm very ill. Well, not so much now, but I was this morning. After staggering down to breakfast much later than usual, I hurried along to the CS lecture and shaved once I arrived there, before the lecture got going. I think the lecturer might find me a little strange, but who cares.

I was nearly sick about halfway through, but hung on till the end, then when I stood up I nearly keeled over the desk in front. In this situation, I decided it might be a good idea to just forget about the CH lecture, so I've now missed my first class this year. Instead, I went home and doped myself up on paracetamol, then slept until lunch. That helped a little. Lunch was rather good, in fact, the fish was different (and actually decent).

After lunch I borrowed a frying pan from Gillian and some Febreze from Paul, in case it's the smell of smoke that clings to my clothes and bed that's making me ill. (Insert long rant about smoking here, you already know how much I despise it.) Walking back along the corridor, I thought up a great idea for a first-person shooter that had as weapons a frying pan, bottle of Febreze and... some sort of tangerine launcher. Watch out, ID Software.