Spent nearly all morning thinking it was Sunday.

Very busy day at work, then back to Yas' house to make cheesecake. Despite the fact that nearly everyone knows about it, and are expecting to be fed some, we had also made plans to go out.

Back to her house at 8, super speedy dinner, the fastest chocolate cheesecake ever made (with the assistance of her slightly drunk housemates), ready in 20 minutes and at the bar by 9.30. It was weird pretending to be a student again.

Home again at 3, armed with 99p pizzas from pfc, then up Sunday morning at 8 to make more cheesecake.

I'm a little tired.