So It's 5am

So it's 5am on Friday morning. I have a deadline at 4pm for the first draft of a documentary that my group has barely been able to start, I'm going to the gym straight after that and then in the evening, I am meant to be going clubbing. Every sane person would be asleep by now, but not me. Let me explain:

I woke up at 1pm on Thursday afternoon after a very hard week of editing and late nights at University, grabbed a load of equipment that needed returning - a Canon XH A1, shotgun microphone etc - and left the house, feeling very smug that I'd managed to remember to take everything with me, including those three XLR cables that I always seem to forget to return, resulting in a trifling yet niggling three pound fine. It would be reasonable to say that I was feeling very smug about myself. What I didn't know, however, was that in my haste I'd forgotten to take that most necessary of objects; my house key.

Now, I had not noticed this at the time, as I made sure my housemates locked the door behind me since my hands were full. So, I got to University and remained here - for here I still am - until around midnight, when I decided "enough was enough, it's time to go home!" However, upon arriving home, I found that my phone was out of battery, my keys were still in the house, along with my bank card and wallet, and all of my housemates were in bed. Oh yes, and the door was locked.

Not wanting to wake up one housemate as he seemed to have finally beaten his insomnia, and with the other safely tucked up in the attic room beyond my audible reach, I returned back to University, where I fine tuned an edit, tried to understand gangsta language, danced to Jessie J and learned that the DMU wireless will not let me watch online television. I am now thoroughly knackered, and despite my gratitude to Lucy and Katie for keeping me 'cyber-company', I am feeling a little bit disgruntled, and a lot like a stupid twat.