There was no hot boy in the gym yesterday. And the steam room was broken. Damnit. But I did manage to work with slightly higher weights than I have been using until now, which is progress? And the shower had both shower gel AND shampoo in it, which is a rarity.

Not much to report this week all being said – I was off work sick on Monday and Tuesday; originally due to feeling under the weather, and then a bout of insomnia on Monday night. Not fun. I could have been up all night having sex, alas it is hard to find someone up for an all-night seeing to on a weekday. Although I am sure I could have found someone on gaydar. No, the BBC News website was fine for me.

I did get chatting to a nice looking lad on Facebook on Tuesday while I was on my sofa though – and we have arranged a coffee date on Saturday which I am looking forward to. I hope I am not too wrecked from Fridays inevitable craziness to not be on form… let’s see! And then on Saturday evening we are all heading down to the ICA to attend ‘Gay Bingo’. Fun. Fun fun. Drag Queens and Bingo are two of the most wonderful things put on this earth. Cough.

What else is new?

I fell down the stairs while getting ready for work this morning. Damn sleepy fool that I am. I landed, much like an old lady, on my hip. Ow.

Oh, and I have to work later than I usually do today – which has pissed me right off something rotten, I can tell you.

Buggerit.