it's 1.30am and i cant get myself to sleep.

the bbq at ct's was great fun. camwhoring evidence tomorrow, or technically later today. food wasn't all that but the company was hurrah. i adore my tennis peeps.

and butt-man's in the finals of the french open. woot.

phil got me a date with mr drop-dead-gorgeous aka george richard cranium bush. wowee. such anticipation kills me. thanks phil. i owe you big time.

snws smsed me today. after an entire week of constraint. and he's cuckoo. eurgh.