It's so weird - I think I dream about the library every friday night. A
couple of nights ago, I dreamed that I was in the liberry, and Debbie, Louise, Jemma and Jane were welcoming me back.

The dreams are generally very bizarre - like another night I dreamed I was home for a week on holiday from here and my dad suddenly had a butcher's shop, and I was sailing around Tooting High Street on what were like skates but were really tiny hovercrafts strapped to each foot.

Today, I fell asleep in my lesson and my teacher threw a pen at me, and then I refused to give it back (she shouldn't have thrown it) - so it was a classic stubborn-as-a-dog me-moment especially when she refused to continue the lesson and I refused to return the pen (she shouldn't have thrown it at me).
Drama!