Fading.
The acoustic gig at Claire's house was great, in a chill-out sort of way. Yes, she has a lawn and patio large enough to hold a frigging gig there. The song written for Nigel was fucking touching-depressing. Emo, emo, emo. Those people seriously have some mad talent going on.
Retail therapy over the past few days has put me on some sort of high. Topshop really ought to make me a VIP or something, hahah. I'm such a loyal customer! Nah, all that I bought over the past two days were a belt, black flats and two pairs of skinny pants.
Then there's the Mango sale tomorrow. I'm going to take advantage of my super long break and go shopping in town again, weeee. Mango had better have the leather bag I've been eyeing for ages, or I'll be in a foul mood for the rest of the week.