cat19237

I went to london this evening. Just got home now. Had fun but really ought to have planned ahead a teeny bit.

Went on my own, looked at stuff on my own, ate on my own, came back on my own.

It's almost a crime.

I really ought to plan better.

I had a great time though. You would've loved to have come. I even had spare tickets. How sad is that?

Anyway, off to bed now. Work tomorrow and then (eventually) the weekend, where i spend a few days on my own again and then see the 'boyfriend' joy. Even i'm not sure if i'm being sarcastic so i've no idea how you'll work it out. Am feeling very mildly out-of-touch-with-reality and maybe a little depressed again, what with not talking to anyone today.

Blargh. This sounds bad but it really really isn't. I am still aware that the world is a wonderful place. In fact, just this evening on the way home i was blissfully content. Or i may have been. I can't really remember. Oh, i'm tired, i'm rambling, i'm going to bed.

Next time i update i'll add a pic of paris. for those of you who have no idea what it looks like...

lots of love,
Cat