Well, only 8 hours until my flight back to England. As you might be able to tell, I can't sleep. I've just painted my toenails black, possibly for the first time ever at 4am. A pot of tea is brewing, my neighbours are coughing in their sleep and here's an excellent way to pass the time:

Giant marine life found in Antarctica

Giant starfish? In Antarctica, you say? Hmmm...

I may have to dig out "At The Mountains of Madness" for the plane ride home. Or maybe I'll just read the National Geographic that's been lurking around for a while. I hope there are some good movies on the plane, as I certainly won't be sleeping there.

Used to be that the only thing I did at 4am was cry.

I need a new Cthulhu/octopus icon.

Here's to 48 hours without sleep. I hope there's a damn good curry at the end of today.