Love hurts, but sometimes it's a good hurt
Last night Ste rang me from a Dashboard Confessional gig a couple of times, so that I could listen. It put a smile on my face, but also made me both really, really want to be there and get all nostalgic about all the gigs we used to go to together/the fun times we had when we only lived 20mins apart instead of a few hours. I can't actually remember the last time I physically saw Ste, which makes me sad.
I think I need more holiday from work, but I don't think I actually have any more to take. Boo. I haven't seen Harrogate people in quite a while, and I would love to go and visit people like Megan and Ste and Gemma, but there just isn't enough time. Boo.
The last couple of weeks have ranged from amazing to absolutely awful. In short-recap-styley, Spike visited for just under a week and we had a lot of fun, including lots of drinks, poker, Horton Hears A Who (awesome film, philosophical and generally sweet) and the Easter Bunny Blowout. Then he left and I got sad (again) because I won't see him til probably October. Damn people who get bursaries to travel the world! It was really lovely to have him here though. But after he left I got really sick, I had some sort of fluey virusy thing that just completely wiped me out. I spent 3 days just lying on the sofa, where even moving from the sofa to bed was something that had to be mentally worked up to. I was feeling so shitty that it actually made me cry (tears of self pity and of please-someone-make-it-stop origin). Not good at all. So I had about 4 days off work, then when I went back I was feeling fine in the mornings but every time i got tired it came back and made me feel horrible again. I think (touch wood) it's gone now though.
Spent today and yesterday looking for a house to move into in July. We've left it a bit late, there's not a huge amount left. But we saw a couple of ok flats today, and we've viewing about 5 more tomorrow. So hopefully we'll be sorted by the weekend. One can only hope!
I think I need more holiday from work, but I don't think I actually have any more to take. Boo. I haven't seen Harrogate people in quite a while, and I would love to go and visit people like Megan and Ste and Gemma, but there just isn't enough time. Boo.
The last couple of weeks have ranged from amazing to absolutely awful. In short-recap-styley, Spike visited for just under a week and we had a lot of fun, including lots of drinks, poker, Horton Hears A Who (awesome film, philosophical and generally sweet) and the Easter Bunny Blowout. Then he left and I got sad (again) because I won't see him til probably October. Damn people who get bursaries to travel the world! It was really lovely to have him here though. But after he left I got really sick, I had some sort of fluey virusy thing that just completely wiped me out. I spent 3 days just lying on the sofa, where even moving from the sofa to bed was something that had to be mentally worked up to. I was feeling so shitty that it actually made me cry (tears of self pity and of please-someone-make-it-stop origin). Not good at all. So I had about 4 days off work, then when I went back I was feeling fine in the mornings but every time i got tired it came back and made me feel horrible again. I think (touch wood) it's gone now though.
Spent today and yesterday looking for a house to move into in July. We've left it a bit late, there's not a huge amount left. But we saw a couple of ok flats today, and we've viewing about 5 more tomorrow. So hopefully we'll be sorted by the weekend. One can only hope!