I feel absolutely exhausted.

Crossing the river twice on my bike yesterday from watching a friend perform in a cabaret on the "wrong" side of the river on a day of tube strikes and travel chaos may have played a role, but worrying thoughts about BBB and the current status of our relationship as well as whizzing around London signing copies of my book and picking up cheques also spring to mind.

Nothing to complain about really, but it's all taking its toll on my eye bags.

The stalker has been thankfully inactive for a week but I still haven't let myself relax.

Maintaining two facebook profiles (just who also has time for Twitter!?) is pretty much a full-time job, and I also have a real job to take care of; although, according to a recent book review I "don't do much apart from flirt and apply for other jobs".
Sadly, these two activities are a thing of the past. My current job only employs one straight male (who is happily coupled up, and in any case the busy offices don't lend themselves to any extracurricular activity), and as for applying for other positions I thankfully don't have or want to.

BBB has been suspiciously quiet after our late-night chat after his release from the police station but I still struggle to hit the sheets before midnight. After I have then spent 20 minutes plucking offending hair from my visage and given my PCOS acne a quick glance-over I normally try to read a chapter of "Healing without Freud or Prozac" which usually sends me to sleep despite its interesting content.
Before I slip into dreamland however I normally have to get up again and shut the window, as 0:25 is the preferred time for Horny Italian Couple upstairs to commence noisy lovemaking with grunts and screams for at least half an hour with their window open.

In the morning I am woken before my alarm goes off by my lodger's hair dryer... yawn!!