I feel a bit wrong today. Last night I went out with my friends. Which doesn’t seem a big deal, but I haven’t seen some of them for months on account of my anxiety attacks, issues and general apathy and shitness.
Anyway, the point of this is that I am so pleased I saw them all again. I love them all to bits and I’ve missed them so much. It also meant I got to go to the Willow for the first time since New Year. It’s the best chinese restaurant slash disco around.
I’m pissed off with myself that I let stupid things stop me from going out. I don’t plan to ever desert them again and I’m very lucky that they didn’t decide not to be friends with my any more.
Last night in my dream:
Chris the jacket potato man was selling ice creams. I had an ice cream with raspberry topping. It was good. I am going to go on a mission to Spar later to see if I can procure some ice cream.
So, good enough for the blogroll, but not good enough to tell in person about the very existence of your new blog, eh?
Hi there. How goeth the ice-cream fetish/stroke mission?
I didn’t get ice cream in the end. I decided that actually I wanted Spar potato salad, then ate it all and vomited it back up within the hour. It wasn’t pleasant. I thought about ice cream but they didn’t have anything exciting.
Sorry about not telling you about the blog!
I think it was me who stuck you on the blogroll anyway Paul