For the first time in a while, I actually have stuff to look forward to over the coming weeks, and I think things might be starting to look up. I think I'm remembering to have fun, to do stuff I want to do, just for the hell of it.
On July 2nd, I'm seeing Jenn Bostic in Manchester
On July 5th, I'm seeing Gary Quinn in Manchester - he's opening for Raintown, so I guess I ought to figure out who they are heh.
On July 21st, I'm seeing Gary Quinn in Nottingham
We're skipping over the 24th because I will be old and I do not want to be *pouts*
charlies_dragon and I have been talking about going to Wolvestock the weekend after my birthday, if it's nice weather, again to see Gary Quinn.
Then there's
ravensword's insane plans for November.
Plus there's loads of cool stuff in and around Telford that I forgot about - The Ironbridge and all the musems. The park and all the walks.
I also want to go to Chessington and places like that.
And I'm kinda realising... why the hell shouldn't I?