...and I’m feeling very sick and ill today... No T3 to scribble my writings on. It’s so depressing Bitty day. Fixed some whopping bugs, which was fun. Waiting for things to be tagged now, which is less fun. Have to do a global search and replace in a moment, that’ll be nice - if I break it then it’s gonna make a mess! Two hour meeting booked tomorrow for stylesheet stuff for global homepage and nav. I am so not looking forward to it. Peter wants to do it in the pub. I concur, pub would be far more fun. But hey, I can always nod off. Meetings last thing on a Friday are generally bad ideas - why do people keep doing it? I think I may sleep all weekend. Spare James might be coming to visit from Leeds - I suspect calling him “Spare James” may upset him though, and give the real James some interesting ideas...but fuck it, I can’t think of anything else. I suppose I could call him Jamesharb, as that’s a daft reference to his shagdar profile, but I dunno. Tis what he’s in my phone as anyway. He told me yesterday it was 8 months since we met. Which is lovely, apart from the fact that that makes us sound married, when all we did was bump into each other in a Leeds nightclub when pissed. Ho hum Anyways, he was gonna come down but couldn’t afford it or something so was gonna do Cardiff instead. So I told him to come to London by bus and he said he’d let me know Tobias is texting me later if he’s free for s drink or summat. Adam (I think) is out tonight - so might just get lots of sleep if no text. So very tired these days. I dunno. I try and eat well and stuff but it just doesn’t seem to help. It’s stress, I can’t sleep properly because I’m stressed, which in turn makes me more stressed and unable to sleep. I’m tempted to turn to drugs.