How Fucking Tired Am I?

I've begun to obsess over bangers and mash. Three nice, plump sausages with garlic herb mash, peas, and pickled cabbage served with nice, thick onion gravy and a pint of Strongbow.

I last ate at 5:30pm. It is now about 20 past midnight. I probably won't get a chance to eat again till noon tomorrow. If I remember, I'm going over to the Eagle. I will probably require additional food therafter, though, so if you hear about daylight zombie attacks in Oxford please assuage your fears of contagion. Its just me. Being hungry.

Brains.