Oh

Today I: woke up in pain, carried on in pain, was in and out of the bathroom for most of the morning, and did something I can't mention where whatho can see. A lot.

I assumed if I wasn't at work it wouldn't be too bad. Methanoic acid next time, I think.

I have no food in the house, aside from bread and honey and breakfast bars. And frozen peas. My washing from yesterday is still in the washing bag. On the other hand, the judges were as usual, strangely nicer on It Takes Two than the main show, and John Sergeant discussed the politics of the whole thing. And Sean Slater's beautiful. And doesn't need a new daddy. So.

OH. Also: a guy hit on me a bit yesterday, as guys occasionally do, and I don't talk about because it sounds a bit big-headed. But this time it was in a laundrette! I am such a fool. He was probably an evil super-genius! I could have had myself a shiny new Australia! Dude.