Go to bed and sleep like you've never slept before.

Slump in a semi-comatose state on the sofa and gaze unseeingly at the TV.

Lie on the sofa because you can't be arsed to go to bed, and snooze like you've never snoozed before, before waking up with a crick in your neck and the inevitable return of the evil cold, because you can't bring yourself to give in to winter and put the heating on yet.

All sensible and appealing options.

But, oh no, not me.

I'm about to go into town. To the pub. To meet up with three girls. One of whom has been very vocal about being on the pull tonight. And is very vocal in general. (In a good way, though ;) )

I have the distinct feeling that this will not end well...