I'm so tired I feel like the bags under my eyes could fit a person in. Of course, with my lucky genetics, I don't actually get proper bags under my eyes - they're more like deep lines or troughs that dig across my cheeks. Anyway, point is: I'M KNACKERED! Dunno what I do when I'm asleep, but I reckon I must be sleep walking or summat cos I woke up this morning after a (relatively) early night (ie 1am) in bed, and could function. By the time I had cycled into work I had lost the will to live.

My day has been made brighter by the fact that on the way into work I bought 200 fags for about a tenner (oh yeah, I've started smoking again) so a small nicotine rush has given me just enough energy to get my laptop and go and hide in a cool corner of the hotel.

Its not like I've been doing a lot lately though - ok, we had Mamma Mia on Thursday and last night I sang in the show and it was my mate's birthday and I used up a lot of energy being angry with various people from the office, but still. I shouldn't be feeling this crappy!!!

In other news, the toyboy has informed me that he has permission from his manager to move in with me and my pregnant kitty, and will be doing so tonight. I think things are gonna get interesting from here on in.....