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I was going to write about what happened last night, but jacinthsong has done it far better than I would have done, with photographic evidence and everything. Still, in brief: Queer Drinks, Sky returning from Noodle Bar laden with food, sebastienne leading a chorus of Under Your Spell, lots of sitting on jacinthsong's lap, foulds telling his tutor all about his sex life, Hassan's, Broad Street after dark, Jon, Dr. Morison and a lot of slash.

Not so briefly, I will limit myself to saying that she's perfectly right: this is the most wonderful, anarchic, richly historical, intellectually stimulating and beautiful place in the world. I am gloriously biased and I'm loving every minute of it.

In other news, I am feeling a mite peculiar tonight. I feel feverish without the fever, if that makes sense; I have a funny taste in my mouth and I'm swaying when I walk. I don't really know what to make of that. But I had to write my essay, so I churned out 2000 words of total shite on French citizenship and globalisation, and went to Claire's. Sky was there moaning about Goodman and grue, Pat was putting off a management essay, there was general laziness. Sky disappeared after a while in favour of grue, and Pat followed to make him feed her cream cheese. The big news is: Sky and Pat are together. Finally. She told me yesterday before Queer Drinks, and I had to fight to look surprised! But I am so, so happy for them, and they make such a pretty couple. It's shallow but true. More seriously, last night at three am when I was curled up in Claire's chair, Sky was muttering sleepily about grue and there seemed an equable silence, we gave him the talk about, y'know, he even thinks about hurting her and we will...

He interrupted. "If I ever think about hurting her I will kill myself with a shovel."

Just so that's clear, then.

Today and tonight they have been being mildly couply, and it's rather nice. Only a few months after I swore never to let two of my friends date again, as well! But they are love. They really are.

The other news of the night is our housing situation, as we are finding it an impossibility to find someone to share with us. The only taker so far is a mysterious girl who doesn't seem to like us. I have arranged to meet her tomorrow, but in the meantime, I spent the time in between conversations tonight compiling a list of ( 20 reasons not to live with us )

Tomorrow, Claire is arriving at half ten to sleep in my bed whilst I go to lectures, we're meeting mysterious housing situation girl, I have to run round to Social Sciences, go to Philosophy tute on grue with Sky and Jordan, and then I'm going to London! Pedar is meeting me and has promised to buy me dinner. I'm looking forward to it.

And, and, and: Primark opens in Oxford tomorrow. Life is perfect.