You know that horrendous feeling of loss you get the day after drinking? Well, I had that today. I spotted a Subway bag on the floor suggesting I'd managed to buy myself some for late last night. I must've been home by 2am, as that's when Subway closes (I think I must've actually been back much earlier than that, as I remember a couple of the other tenants still being up when I got in, and usually everyone's in bed reasonably early.

Then I realised I'd lost my credit card. This was not good. When you're drinking on a tab, they take your card until you leave, so I'm guessing I've either walked off and not paid for my drinks, or it's fallen out of my pocket where I didn't put it in my wallet. Pretty stupid either way. I think I'll take more care in future, especially seeing as I'm on my own here. The card has been cancelled now, and there aren't any other transactions after I last used it.

I've spent all day recovering and watching stuff on hulu.com (a free tv/film site) There's really nothing else to add. I'm going to behave this week, I promise!

It was fairly quiet outside due to the 9/11 rememberance. This was apart from the broken doorbell that played 'The Entertainer' on loop continuously for about half hour. This was irritating.