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Despite me realising that my sickness feeling is actually some virus thing on the go I decided to venture out into town last night to seeSuns of Thunder, who were as amazing as always.

I'm meant to be meeting my mate Steve who I've known from the PC Gamer Forum for a few years, but never met before, tonight, so that should be cool - even if it does mean I have to walk all the way to Brynmill in the pissing rain (I have no sense and don't have a coat).

Still need to do so many things, but since I finished Uni for the year I've felt physically and mentally exhausted - I'm very prone to bouts of stress/depression and sometimes the slightest thing triggers it. It's not that long until I go back, which I'm looking forward to and although it sounds really mean I am hoping that some of the people who were on my course have been put back into 1st year or told to choose a different course - some of the students on it seem to have zero idea about what the course is about, these people just want to do pretty general photography, which is fine, but if you wan't to do that then don't apply for a fucking photo arts course and then bitch when the other students or tutors hate your work! Grr.

Still need to sort out going home for a week or two in September. Currently trying to nag James into driving the full 600 miles and he is warming to the idea, so perhaps I will get my own way.

Edit: I am cursing Consignia as my SG boybeater still hasn't arrived. Why does the mail service in the UK have to be so pitiful?