*grump*

The party last night was ok. Didn't go on too late, because Helen got a migraine and reluctantly chucked us all out. Spent most of the evening in the garden, with all the other guys, sat in comfy plastic chairs, throwing a balloon around (actually several, there were multiple balloon-overboard incidents). The girls were inside doing immature, childish things like discussing politics, maternity and suchlike.

Had some very weird dreams last night, which won't be recounted here because a) I can't remember most of them and b) what I can remember is deeply inappropriate. I do remember trying to go to the loo at one point, and being thwarted by the guys from the 118118 advert...

My skin is still impressively buggered. The doctor's isn't open today, so I'll just have to survive as best I can and go tomorrow morning. If it's this bad tomorrow, I don't know that I'll be going to work. It's extremely sore, hot and uncomfortable. :(