I'm too tired today to do anything. You know when you can't be arsed to go out and mail bills or clean the apartment? That kind of tired. And I need to do both because my bills are huge and the apartment is filthy.

Last night's Take Mum to the Pub Night went well, although I don't think I can drink for awhile now. Johnny from the band kept hitting on me (what's with me and rock stars lately?) and asked me if anyone'd ever told me that I look like Jodie Foster. I said, "Just that guy who shot Reagan."

Now I need to decide whether I want to do a meeting (I should), meet with my aunt and uncle for dinner (which requires a spot of commuting), or just blow everyone off like the antisocial misanthrope that I am.

I don't look like Jodie Foster. WTF?