:-/

Bleh, there's supposed to be a Christmas party tonight for everyone living in Mount Charles, but I can't be bothered going. I don't know if anyone from my floor in number 19 is going, and I'm not sure what this "party" entails. Will it just be wine and peanuts, which seems to be the way of official parties at Queen's, or will there be dancing, or games, or just people getting drunk as quickly as possible? Anyway, I have work to do: got to start a brand new hitherto-unexplored chapter for my thesis and I need to read Foucault's "Discipline and Punish." Besides which, I don't feel very social tonight.

I also have no food. Or at least, I have food, but I can't organise into a meal which appeals to my appetite at the minute. I've been eating far too many chips and it needs to stop.

Elizabeth, one of the Americans from the double room upstairs, has moved out. So at least a little bit of room has opened up in our fridge.