Urg. Urg urg urg! Still feel crap. FFS, it’s been nearly a fucking month now. Grr. Hopefully getting out of work early on account of feeling pants. We’re all moving desks today, which is nice. Half the team are off, so we have to move them too. Joy! shall spend the weekend chilling out. Party on Saturday, which I shall probably not be drinking much at as I still feel ming. Dad texted and wants to meet for a pint on Sunday. Spooky. Not sure if I should or not. Will see how I feel...