ah another wasted weekend. sleeping for in total 43 hours and spending the rest in a corner of a pub on our own.
van morrision and bob dylan got me through just fine. almost.
my computer is still broken and i have so much to do. i wantyed to finish kirstys site this weekend but it has not happened so this week ill stay up late to do it and next weekend im supposed to be having fuin but am having to cancell due to family things whoch i shouldnt complain about but secretly will.
its to early to be working its to late to be sleeping.
sometimes i daydream (actually most of the time i daydream) and i make up a whole nother life in which he falls madly in love with me and we work well together again. sometimes this is all a little to hard to contemplate. i wish i could stop daydreaming- it makes real life really suck.
