I think it’s about time I got a change of scenery to get my head together and really consider my priorities.

In the mean time there’s about 10 people downstairs having a mini rave. My housemate begged his girlfriend to stay, then begged her to leave, then begged her to stay. My other housemate twatted his best mate. His girlfriend spent half an hour in the toilet crying for no known reason. I’ve done something really stupid. I’m now trying to shake off the effects of the session I’ve just had at the Anchor and get working on this Bath housing scheme at half 2 in the fucking morning.

This is not the environment I need right now.