I worked tonight and need to be there for 8AM tomorrow. I'm going to bed now not because I'm tired but because I'm afraid of how crappy tomorrow will be. I hate this.
All is not crap though:
For the second season of Diary of a London Call Girl has started.
I completely adore that show. It's Belle De Jour's blog, turned into a book, turned into a show.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belle_de_Jour_(writer) For what could be a shallow and one dimensional show, they are quite honest and upright about sex. I love it.