Reeky was moaning that I hadn't updated, so here. I'm tempted to just leave it at that, but I won't, because I'm so wonderfully kind that I think I should provide you all with a cure to your insomnia.

I'm at Laura's in Glasgow, which be very cold compared to back home. And the journey was fine and I ate food and all the other boring crap you don't want to hear about 5 hours on a train.

I've got my own person hairdresser here in the form of Mrs. Laura, which is rather wonderful as I now have the straightest loveliest hair ever. Ever for me, anyway.

It's rather unfortunate that some stresses back home have coincided with me being up here, not just because being far away is making it harder to sort out (if it can be sorted, which I'm doubting), but because I've spent practically the entire time moaning to Laura (and Sarah on Wednesday) about it. But never mind. I'll just give generous Christmas presents of Jazz poop to all those who hate me and that shall be the end of it. Except not because I'm still feeling hugely guilty, not helped by the fact that I was being blamed for it by someone yesterday. And not many people even know what I'm talking about, which I've only just realised, but, uh, I can't be bothered to explain it.

It's Rocky Socky Ocky tonight (I've been singing that for a few days. No, really), which will be wonderfully wonderful, even if we will freeze before we go in. Laura will be Magenta slut, and I'm just random slut. And she's going to take pictures, so you can see and everyone can call us sluts. Woo! It'll be fun, though we're both rather too excited and wanting to get ready right this second. Not good when it doesn't start till, erm, 8:45? I don't remember.

I'm desperate to recover quickly from the week and the journey when I get home, because I'm a sap and really, really need to see Tim before I go (more) insane and sulky. And various other things. I think since Monday I've told Laura practically everything about Tim except the colour of his socks (he wears blue ones a lot). So yeah, I'm obsessed. And apparently selfish and immature, and quite clearly ever so slightly bitter!

I may be back later or tomorrow or something with photos. La la la

(And Sarah just pointed out on the phone to Laura that I said on the AYME board that I've "never come across any 14 year old boys" You thought my mind was dirty?!)