Oooh I hate people touching my head too. I once went for a manicure and realised to my horror that the manicurist was intending to massage my hands with moisturiser as well as sorting out my nails 
I feel about seven hundred times better for a couple of hours of exercise - can I rely on you lovely lot to remind me of that next time I get that particular variety of pissy? 
The stars are beautiful tonight, preternaturally bright and fucking enormous; it's a lovely crisp night here but not too cold, with wisps of decorative cloud drifting in front of the stars from time to time.