Huh.

So, the party's over and I'm still alive. Glad it's over, though. Very glad. Becca and I spent most of the night chatting, which was good. I sometimes forget why we're friends - we had nothing in common to begin with and have less and less in common as the years go by. But last night was enough of a reminder. I had fun. Even managed to decide what to wear in the end, without Mashi throwing too many fits.

Ah, yes, Mashi. She's as... um, exuberant as ever. I am unsure as to whether or not this is a good thing. Having them all here is slightly weird - seeing them out of context and that sort of thing. They've had a nice day today, or so they say. I didn't go into school at the normal time as I quite simply couldn't wake up. When I got in, there was a message from Mrs Stubbs, who is on the warpath - apparently half the sixth form had the same idea as I did and stayed at home.

The day was much too tiring, and even now I'm really too tired to write anything of substance. Urgh. Even my hands are too tired to type.

I think I'm going to stop there.