Cookie Doughitis

I think I have ice cream poisoning. Again.

Feeling much better about Dave tonight. Went into crazy phone call avoiding mode earlier, only to realise that it wasn't him trying to phone at all, rather my very jolly friend in Plymouth. Ended up on msn anyway, which was good, because his gloriously wry sense of humour comes across much better via that medium. Both a benefit and a curse of instant messaging.

We're going out on Friday. I'm hoping my mouth will have stopped hurting by then.