Conversation of the morning:
Commuter one (commenting on how packed the train was): It could be worse.
Commuter two: We could be sheep.
Commuter one: I think the regulations regarding the transportation of livestock are more restrictive than the conditions under which we are currently travelling.
I also had one of my recurring dreams, In Which I Am Forced To Go Back To High School. For some reason it was a high school in Mount Vernon, Washington, but at least they served Mexican food in the cafeteria.
Dork highlights of the weekend: I got a £5 kettle at Woolworths, and I matched up all of my takeaway tupperware then gave half of it away to my newly arrived 'merkin friend. Do I know how to party or what?