Stress...

To say that I felt like crap last night would have been to sully the good name of crap. I spent all night alternating every twenty minutes between so hot I had to strip and lie on top of the covers, and so cold I had to put on a sweater and roll myself up in a duvet. Then I'd awake drippingly hot again, and the cycle repeats ad infinitum.
However I got up this morning feeling a little better, especially as I had a hair appointment which left me feeling a whole lot better.
Head Massages are not normally my thing, I usually find being massaged a little irritating, but this was absolutely dreamy. So I left the salon feeling exceptionally chilled, albeit £52 lighter of wallet, with ludicrously straight and blue-black hair.
Now I have further preparations for the ball this evening. I need to shave, get some tights, repair the zip on the dress, practise putting my hair up, and a whole plethora of other little tasks too menial to mention, to attempt to arrive at libellum's by 7pm with at least some semblance of a possibility of not looking too much of a state.