A horrible day for no particular reason. I snapped at my flatmate as he'd been off and in the flat all day and decided that he wanted to do the washing up (that's been there since Thursday) and sort stuff out in the kitchen as soon as I started to cook. I've had enough of sharing and need a holiday. I ended up throwing a bit of a strop and hiding in my room for the rest of the evening. The plus side of this was that I got more stuff sorted out and tidying up done. In the bottom of one box I found May's copy of Cosmopolitan still in it's wrapper. So I headed to bed early and read it.