I've done it again, I've gone and missed my Livejournal anniversary that's on April 8th. Over two years we've been together! I expect it'll be wanting some separation at this rate. I'm such a bloke when it comes to remembering dates.
Anyways.
Oh my Word, will someone tell half of my brain to calm down? It's keeps yelling at me to go back to London tomorrow. Because I haven't got anything better to do. And well-earned wages just sitting there. And... well, plenty of other reasons. The other half just keeps pointing out that I've seen the play, talked to Robert Bathurst, now STFU.
I don't know which I'm meant to be listening to.
And who's stolen
mysticheaven then?
ETA: OMiG, Becky's lost it,. I'bve just gone completely. My Mum's asking me what I'm crying for and I don't know it's just TEH HORMONES. I nearly did that onb the train back, it's obviously been threatening for some time. One can#'rt be that high with out crashing laterr on. Gah, my mind, you just don't want ro accept nice things happening to me .
I ghaven't been at the fune just then or anythiNg, no.