Tempus Fugits...

... and I don't seem to have time to update my LJ. I did attempt to write a piece about the fantastic Girton Dawn Treader Ball which I attended on Saturday with the wonderful company of libellum and the_lady_lily, who both looked absolutely radiant. However whilst inserting a link for one of the bands who played there I accidentally closed the window and lost the whole darned thing. So I didn't do one, but the pictures supplied by libellum and her pesky 'natural' camera technique (i.e. take a picture of Richard whilst he's saying 'Slartibartfarst' and see how funny his face looks) and the corresponding LJ entries suffice. It was magical, and there were fauns.
That's about all there is to say really. I had flu, and now I don't, and that's good. But I feel slightly unhappy this evening for no apparent reason. I suppose I should be relieved, that if there's no real reason, that's a good thing, right? But I feel strangely morose. I wish I could talk to my girlfriend, but I feel bad calling her this late. It's weird, I didn't call her this evening like i intended to, and now I'm really missing her.
I should go to bed. I suppose I'll feel happier by morning.