Of course most of my best laid plans were slightly delayed by a renal failure scare (not of mine but a friends) whom was feeling the aggregated effects of celebrating my birthday on Saturday along with a flu and forgetting to drink for 2 days while hiding in bed sick.

After 5 hours of tests, and watching nurses talk in that kind of 'you are like a 3 year old kid do as you are told injured person' tone of voice we finally left the hospital. Nothing to worry about. Now I have shitloads to do.

So naturally I hit the high octane procrastination button and write this.

Quote of the day from my flatmate Jen 'Women our age (27) like portly men. Its a sign of stability and wealth'

Bring on the donuts!