I've developed a rather unhealthy habit of taking pills. These small, white, spherical objects are beginning to take over my life, as I look for a release from the difficulties of every-day life. It all started on Friday night, when I left the pub. I bought some of these pills, and stuck four in my mouth at once. I knew it would have repercussions, but such is life.

Last night was a somewhat more pleasant experience of alcohol. Marti Pellow's fianceè and former Miss Scotland was present at said reception. And for once, I was momentarily happy. This happiness descended into dread this morning, and I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed. Neither could she...I haven't done any studying, so the worrying element will kick in soon I would imagine. I'll just have some more pills, they should help me.