I'm going to have to take to my sofa bed in a moment, so tired my eyelids have reached my chin. Went to a gig / club type thing with people from work last night. Couldn't get drunk, although tried very hard, danced like an idiot then stupidly cuddled up to pretty boy Johny on the way home. But I was tired and he's cute and I didn't do anything else untoward all night, promise.
Today we took some of the kids from work to Brighton, which was lovely because they got excited about picking up shells on the beach and playing frisbee in the park. Me and Johnny felt like Mum and Dad.
It's the Boosh again tomorrow. I know I'm going to annoy Elliot by poking him in the ribs every time there's a good joke coming up. I know I'm going to need to be chiselled off whichever member of the cast shows up at the stage door first. I know I have to think of something equally dirty for Noel to write on my bra. Look out for me on the news tomorrow, being arrested for sexual harrassment.