Honesty.

i'm listening to honesty by attack! attack!, sitting on my bed, trying to manoeuvre myself into some position where my neck and my back don't cane, and thinking about how i really really ought to go now.

i'm supposed to be walking down to the doctors so i can get my second HPV jab. Then i need to walk to work and do that, which will involve mopping the floor. This is a harder task than it sounds, especially trying to do it well.

i went to see my favourite band again on tuesday night. this is always a good thing. i also went to stay with daisy's relatives up in cumbria over the weekend. we hung out with irish punks. this is also a good thing.

i'm not really going into detail, cos... well, cos i'm thinking i oughta go soon and not get too into writing this. i might do a decent one later after work, i might not. who knows? I doubt anyone actually cares. And that's not me on a downer or being self deprecating, it's honesty. I don't live my life online, and not that many people like me. it's okay.

i probably won't write one though. i'll probably just go out. i'm doing a lot of that lately. going off without sorting things out first... coursework is piling up, word documents are shouting at me in my brain.

i can't help it. every time i have a night in it feels like i wasted it.







sometimes i wish i didn't have pictures of you all over my wall.