The outsides of my ears are really, really itchy.

I stayed at Elliot S’ last night and didn’t get to bed until gone 5:00 AM. Miraculously, I was home this morning BEFORE I’d usually even get out of bed to go to Racodac - despite a bus diversion on the way back.

I’ll definitely be feeling the effects of that one by mid-next week.

This BBCi article says “burns about 300 calories an hour.” But does that mean you have to put in a full hour to qualify?

I paid twenty-two English for an eye test today. And when I got home, what had my father received through the post? Yes, a voucher entitling the family to a free eye test. Typical.

I didn’t need specs in the end either.

You know when people distribute items by throwing them towards you, and how you always think “that’s going to hit someone” - probably in the face - but it never does? Well, I ended up with a DVD case in the EYE today - thrown forcefully by none other than my course leader.

I wouldn’t mind, but the DVD didn’t even work.

Today saw the longest critique at Racodac that I’ve ever had the misfortune to sit through. It was painful. Plus, I had the worst headache ever throughout. I know people generally say “ever” about things, but I truthfully mean it; It was the worst headache of my life - and I’ve had some nasty headaches over the years.

I’m sure the tutors were wearing tighter undies today too, as they were unbelievably harsh with their feedback in the crit. My group (which consisted of two people) was the very last to present, surprisingly receiving positive comments from the tutors. But by that point, I didn’t care and just wanted to go to bed.

Having to wait an hour in the freezing cold for a bus to come along that was actually in service didn’t make me feel any better. Although seeing an Anus Soothe Pile Cream - “one size fits all” glove on the walk to the bus stop did raise a big smile.

Now at home, having sat in complete darkness for two hours, I feel a lot better. But I’m going to do something highly unexpected and have an early night, as I’m clearly still a wee bit ill. (Bed before midnight, I must be mad!)

Not only has the plane gone down in Neighbours, I’ve bitten a chunk out of my cheek eating some toasted French stick. Obvious cheek-pain aside, today’s episode of Neighbours was probably the best evur.

I’ve awoken with a terrible cold & sore throat and have just discovered a weird white spot at the back of my throat. On one site, the Internet says not to worry. On another, the word “cancer” flashes up in big red letters.

Remembering back to this, I took the latter report as an unnecessary scare. But why do people say things like that? I mean, it appeared to be a serious medical resource, so you’d think they’d be more tactful even if it is a symptom.

Okay, maybe not. But something *has* bitten my lower leg/upper ankle - or whatever the technical term is for that part of the leggage. And it’s proper swollen up. Sherman Klump style.

I’ve just done something really stupid - punched myself in the face whilst running up the stairs. 2006 can only get better.