What's wrong with this picture?

So. I'm blogging again. It's worrying that I've found I'm only seeming to blog when I'm not feeling my best. Oh well, I'll try and write a purely positive blog some time soon. For now though you're going to have to settle for a bit of positive a bit of negative and a whole dose of weird.

So yeah, I'm feeling really rather weird. I don't know why. Maybe it's the small tinge of jealousy I'm feeling, maybe it's the fact that my favourite night out in Lancaster is in jeopardy due to the economic crisis, maybe it's the fact that for some reason I'm listening to nostalgic music, the kind of stuff that holds memories and the stuff that for no apparent reason makes me well up inside...

Meh. Whatever the reason is it doesn't change the feeling. It's not even like my evening was a bad one y'a know I had an awesome time watching Dr. Who and drinking and I really enjoyed dancing to stompy stompy industrial/ebm beats and drinking more and I think my wind-down of song-writing, Russell Howard and Heroes wasn't bad either.

So this blog-post has lost all steam, I'm going to sleep now and hopefully in the morning I'll have the energy to sort out my life.


Quote of the day: "Sometimes it's faded; Disintegrated; The fear of growing old; Sometimes it's faded; Assassinated; The fear of growing old." - Placebo, This Picture

Song of the day: This one's difficult I'm going to have to put Placebo - Sleeping with Ghosts


xx