I don't know how many other people did the whole getting stoned with friends and watching the sun come up routine, but it's one of the fondest memories of my youth.

I've just been out in the park, after a fabulous afternoon with my housemate, watching the sun come up and having a smoke.

I feel unbelievably at peace.

I must go to bed now. I apologise if this appears self-indulgent, but if I didn't write it, I'd feel sad.