Ever have one of those evenings where you have the best of intentions but you just can't stay awake?

Maybe it was pasta for tea, but I crashed out for 40 minutes immediately after. I've just grabbed a brew, scoffed seven jaffa cakes and four shortbread fingers and I'm still semi-comatose.

Not that I am premenstrual or anything.

Maybe I should go to bed before I trip over the keyboard/fall over for no apparent reason/eat any more chocolate/cake/chocolate/cake/biscuits/chocolate/cake... mmmm... cake...

Oh but Man U are playing Barcelona on tele in a bit, but I have a headache and zzz...zzz...