Well first I woke up at 6am and finished writing an essay about LSD. I blame Timothy Leary.

Then I went back to sleep until 12pm when Erinn came home, I think I was exhausted. But it might have had something to do also with the cocktails that I drank last night. Hmnm. I realised there is a mistake in my essay, I got a famous quote wrong, I was very tired you see. Dr Nick thinks I'm stupid anyway so maybe it won't matter.

We went to the beach and had a swim. It was incredibly, unbelievably cold, but once my body had gone completely numb it felt quite nice. I felt a little like I'd been dipped in a vat of menthol after we got out, all refreshed and tight.

After lunch I impulse bought these--I blame Timothy Leary.