I used to be one of those people who went to bed late and got up late, particularly at the weekends. I always claimed that I was at my best at night. I wrote best, was most awake. No longer. It's Sunday, 9 in the morning, and I've been up for an hour. These days, this constitutes a lie in for me, and I call it depressing. I'm not entirely sure when I became a morning person. I don't feel like a morning person. I feel like I'm a night time person who can't sleep in and needs to be in bed before 11 at night, a night time person who operates best during the day.

We had friends over last night, so we got to bed rather later than normal, after midnight. The fact that I was awake before 8 in the morning only confirms my distraught status as lapsed night time person.

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Steph and I went to see Shaun of the Dead a few nights ago. I'd seen good reviews of this, but I was pretty reticent about it. British comedies tend to be either: a) mighty depressing, b) not funny, or c) immensely irritating (all those with Hugh Grant in). Shaun of the Dead could have been terribly lame, along the lines of Scary Movie, but it wasn't. In fact, it was close to a work of genius. The premise is the same as the Dawn of the Dead movies that it takes its inspiration from, but it's both more realistic and far funnier. And while the zombies are integral part of the plot and the interaction of the characters with them is a source of a lot of the humour, there's a real story with plot and characterisation at the core of the movie. If it comes your way, make sure you see it.

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I revised chapter 1 of my first children's novel for the Xth time yesterday. Now I have four different version of the first chapter. I'm hoping the latest one is better, but I really have no idea. I'll leave it up to Steph to decide for me, a job and responsibility she currently has no idea she will be doing and taking. :)