Personal & uninteresting

I don't like to write too much about what I do at the weekends and such unless it involves a review of a particular band or film because I don't expect anyone to be interested.

But basically the past 2 weekends have been some of the best I've had in a long time, not just because of what they involved but because of my state of mind.

The past two weekends have involved no arguments, no crying, no panic attacks or insanity of any kind and seeing everything clearly really makes a difference to how much you enjoy things.

The weekend before the one that ended yesterday was nice in itself because it was filled with things I haven't done in quite a while. I went to Starbucks and spent the whole day having intelligent conversation over a hot chocolate (or whatever it was I bought, i can't remember), before having my very first night out in Manchester's gay village which saw me dancing for about 6 hours straight and having delicious banana shots.
Then on the Sunday I saw Black Swan and then had a lovely night in with my boyfriend.

THIS weekend involved a looong girlie chat and scary film with Paige, a day at an animal sanctuary followed by bacon butties and lots of kissing and a party/gathering thing at Asher's, full of people I've not seen in ages.

And then Monday morning, lo and behold I wake up half-dead with what feels like the worst illness imaginable and it's only taken one day of eating Galaxy and watching endless episodes of Jeremy Kyle to completely erase every shred of happiness brought on by the past week or so.

HOWEVER, illness permitting, this weekend is going to involve a very expensive date in town with my boyfriend and lots of food and cocktails followed by my entire family getting drunk and spending all night on karaoke the following night. I just wish Friday would fucking hurry uppppp.