Today, I slept until 3pm. It rocked. The rest of the day was spent reading papers and getting the Christmas tree. I've now got the fun of decorating it (which I *love*) and am then going to the pub (wearing 'the dress' because I'm still in love with it, like a teenager who plays the same single over and over and over again). Have got a meeting on Monday so I know I can't wear it then but other than that, see no reason not to wear it.

OK, it will look a bit odd if I wear it Christmas shopping (last minute odds and sods) but it's definitely getting worn to every social thing I go to.

Am pleased (and faintly embarrassed) by the Christmas cards that are arriving, cos I'm shit and haven't got any for people. Even if I did, I have no idea of my friend's addresses, so am very impressed that they know mine. I'm working on some festive fuckfest stories as an alternative Christmas card. Email is a wonderful thing.