An average night out at Crowbar - although I did give someone my number. Eerily, he had the first name of No. #20 and the last name of No. #18. Just a leetle beetle odd there.

Not interested, though. Granted, he was older than me and knew a fair amount about my home country, but just... Thank you, flattered, but no.

On a completely different note, I am beginning to find Pete Doherty strangely attractive. Wtf? I am not usually drawn to boys with baby faces, and certainly not to heroin addicts - Russell Brand excepted, of course - so I can't understand why I've suddenly taken a liking to him. My only explanation is that he's a modern-day poet of sorts.

Time for bed, I suppose. Ugh.