I'm winning, just

Re my last post, I'm feeling a little better since. I've had a rest, thought of nothing in particular and feel ready for... ...something.

Caught up with a friend I hadn't seen in a long while, we had a few drinks at the Somerstown Coffeehouse and a short stroll to Holborn. It was good to see people that actually exist as opposed to fictional characters of my own invention or otherwise (work doesn't count because I've decided it's just a cruel joke my psyche is playing on me).

Today I'm supposed to be going to a gig but I think I'll give it a miss and read instead. At the moment I'm getting lost in the Bookholmian Catacombs, I had to escape Prozac Nation due to too much empathy for Elizabeth, although I will return sometime soon.

I should also get out of the house and stretch my legs and taste that fresh London air we're so proud of. I'll head towards the city which is dead on the weekend and therefore devoid of twats in suits.

I've also been busy rekindling friendships that were in danger of dying out.

My sleeping patterns seem to be much better as well although I had a rather disturbing dream about a recent acquaintance the other night, I wonder what that was all about.

I am currently suffering a lot from TOT with peoples names mainly but other words as well like danger a couple of sentences back which took over a minute to think of.

I other news I've still not taken a drink, it's been nearly two and a half months now and to be honest I'm not feeling a difference healthwise even the worry of making a fool out of myself hasn't left me even though it's probably imaginary. I have always said I would go back to drinking but obviously not to excess. I have a real challenge coming up at a gig I've been invited to by the chaps I used to drink with, I'm sure I'll cope though. My sister will be there and I can lean on her for moral support.

TTFN