beestealer

Bleh... just, bleh.

I can't wait till I start real work for the summer, just so I can have some time off to rest from all this madness. If only I had the metal to be able to say 'nah, it's alright guys I think I'll have to miss this one'.

Still at least work at the bar tonight is going to be sort of fun. Pritchatts Park is having it's annual indie fest, Pritchattsbury. Towers Of London are playing and if that fool Jonny Twohats (AKA Donny Tourettes) even looks at me funny they're gonna be barred. My brain is in no mood for fools today. On the plus side I think I'm supposed to be meeting a young lady there, Beth. Although in my current state I'm not sure what a success that's gonna be, I'm so damn incoherent right now. I tried to talk to my house mate, Phil, but most of what came out was 'huh...?', 'ummmm, something' and 'what's the word for that thing that... oh yeah the kettle. What was I talking about again?' In the end I just resigned myself to watching Scrubs with him in near silence, lol.

Joy joy joy. At least I'll be able to make people laugh/me laugh at me, that's a great gift....... Bleh.