Went out Friday night for a couple of pints, as no-one could manage Bremner, Bird and Fortune...drinks with work people, new barmaid at the Cornwall who couldn’t pull a pint to save her mother. Sprayed the people waiting at the bar with London Pride, bless. Fucked off to Retro for a bit, avoided the hundreds of people trying to get me to go to the sauna and the dirty old men called Admcg asking me where “the boy” was, then went to see Dan. Fresh back from Scotland with cash, he’d been out buying things and amongst other stuff had a plasma ball, spotlight and lava lamp thing with shiny silver bits in. Didn’t do that much apart from sit online on Saturday Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure was on telly so we watched that, and I arranged to take Dominic from the other week to XXL as he’d never been before. Left Dan’s at about 5 - have discovered that if I walk to the end of his road there’s a bus to South Harrow - much easier The scab has come off my toe. It still hurts some but at least it looks normal now Got home at 7ish, had a long bath, picked Dominic up from the station and took him back to the flat - he doesn’t watch TV much so I showed him some League of Gentlemen - he seemed to like it. After a slightly embarassing “cum in eye” incident, and waving at Dan on cam, got ready to go out. Sal (vervain) had popped over to see Dan, who had hurt his foot at the gym and was being a bit of a dramaqueen about it XXL was cool. Bumped into a few internet types there. Daniel was there too, which was nice as I’ve not seen him in ages... Left at about 1am as we were both knackered and Dominic had work in the morning. Woken on Sunday at 7 by Dominic leaving, thought “fuck it” and got up. Chatted online for a bit. Sal was telling me he likes Dan but that he’s hard work, and that he was such a good boy and behaved. I took that with a pinch of salt Got bored and so then went a wandering - Gadgetshop EVIL...almost bought *another* camera. Oopsie. Went over to Dan’s with Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey and we watched it all. He was feeling ill so I stayed over...he didn’t want me to go in in the morning so hid my trousers and turned off my alarm. Told me that Sal hadn’t exactly behaved as opposed to been turned down. *snigger* Woke at 7 on Monday - After a brief search retrieved my trousers (from the fridge) and hid his fags (*snigger*) and fucked off to work. Got there at Eight fucking fifteen. Went to Benjy’s and bought brekkie as I couldn’t face the office at that time. Had had fuck all sleep so wasn’t very awake at all. Dan woke up and asked me how long it’d taken me to find my trousers. I said about 10 minutes. He asked me what made me look in the fridge. I said “the fact it has a door”. Then I asked him if he’d found his fags yet. “WHAT!?” he replies and then sulks at me more. Told me he was annoyed with me for going to work. Tsk. Had my quarterly review. Went shittily. Some was a little unfair, some wasn’t, mostly it was down to me being ill and stressed and feeling shitty for the last 3 months or so. Hoping to make some time up on it, finish some more objectives and get back into everyone’s good books... Left at 5:30 as I was shattered. For a change got the tube to Aldgate East then bussed to home. Was in for 6:30. Adam and Ben (bromleyben) arrived at just the wrong moment and after much embarassment we settled down for an evening of TV and pizza and chatting. Watched lots of Dangermouse. Giggled muchly. Went to bed with laptop and chatted confusingly with Dan. Went to sleep. Dreamt of James. Dreamt that I’d met him in Canary Wharf and we’d got chatting and that he was single again and I was single and I told him I missed him and he stopped talking to me completely and left. Woke up feeling shit