Was a nice one, except girlfriendcat had a beastly little cough and cold that kept us awake every night. But I can't complain- it's nice to have a reason to watch trashy TV with her at 3am. Also, I shouldn't have the depressive meltdown stage this time as I'm going home to her again on Thursday- a very meagre 3 sleeps away. This, alongside the fact that I now own a 70s film camera with a ton of lovely lenses, a cheeky new phone to replace my temporary relic and a steam-punk style telescope, has made this year appear to continue in it's mission to be awesome.
Although I've probably just ruined it by saying that.
No, positivity...no.
I can't decide whether to go with it and celebrate the fact that things in my life are going well for once- or if I should hiding in the corner with a shotgun waiting for the big monster of reality to come and get me. I'd flip a coin if I wasn't so pessimistic about the whole idea of putting my fate into the hands of a two pence coin (the only cash available in my room.)
You know what, fuck it. Yes, this year is going awesomely: tons of gig tickets in the post to me, Reading-with-girlfriendcat tickets on their way, new-age-fun-with-a-vintage-feel photography with Punk is going to be good and there haven't been any slip ups in a while.
Wow, that's honestly the first time I've written that. Now excuse me while I hide in a corner with my shotgun and mini telescope.
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