Degrading

I like music. More to the point, I like music festivals. They're great. Loads of girls, good music and liquor. I'm recovering from 2 days of festivalling. I woke up feeling ridiculously tired and despite having been up for a couple of hours am now contemplating going back to sleep.

Anyway, for some reason, my twatmate (I think flatmate is too polite) has come into my room and put a notebook of mine and a pencil inside. I asked him what was going on and he wordlessly left the room. I have no idea what the fuck is wrong with him. Perhaps he is finally going mental.

Is it wrong to leave a notebook in the kitchen? I don't think so, but I have no idea what his problem with it being there is. Also, he got drunk the night before, came back home with no recollection of what happened and accused me of leaving washing up on the side of the counter. Something I'm pretty sure I didn't do. There's no point arguing with him so I didn't.

Let's see if today brings any good news.