I had a good weekend. Emma and I reminisced about being students and drank Mickey Finns while watching Family Guy. Or possibly Torchwood by this point. I can't quite remember. It does make it the third Saturday in a row where I haven't slept in my own bed. That makes me feel young and popular and less like the old lady I've been worried about turning into.
Speaking of being a student, I'm thinking I might have to start labelling my food. I bought some Caramel Cinnamon Waffle ice cream and, before I've even had the chance to have any, I caught Dad eating it! Shocking.