Goodnight.

There's something completely infuriating about University life and its many self-imposed contrasts and contradictions. For example, a note on a loaf of bread or a carton of milk that reads 'Please don't use', will automatically become, "If you're feeling peckish, please feel free to eat me" in the eyes of a drunken flatmate. While the prospect of an early night gradually grows fainter as the clock hands tick through twelve, one, two, etc. In short BBC iPlayer and 4oD should not be this compelling at three o'clock in the morning. Snore.

[EDIT] I hasten to add that I am neither bread nor milk thief and nor is anybody else to my knowledge. This was simply what a spot of midnight munchies brought to mind.