Um... What?

Saved my party day for tomorrow (well, tonight) night and hung out with Katie and Patrick and alla them instead. Got nuzzled by lots of people involved, including enebriated gay men, and generally had a wonderful night. It is, however, now five am.

Balls.

I don't think it's possible to listen to Walking on Sunshine by Katrina and the Waves and not be happy.

I need to start writing again.

I got paint. On my ear.

I'm pretty sure I've hit a wall in terms of the social groups I have in that I find it really hard to actively make new friends because everyone already has their set friends.

What the shitballs.

So I’m asking you to be patient.
I know that I’m a mess,
but it was too recently that I was flailing to keep my head above the surface
and gasping for air.